#the last gif took me so long to figure out BUT it looks sexy so worth it

[joelsmochi]

Dirty Lies

SUMMARY: Joel realized how much you matured since he last saw you 4 years ago and can’t resist you. WARNINGS: age gap [reader is 22, joel is 35], smut minors dni, no descriptions of reader aside from having shoulder length hair & having a girly sense of fashion, pervy!joel, shy-ish!joel, needy!joel, reader seduces joel. 18+ WARNINGS: infidelity if you squint (technicalities people), brief objectification, masturbation (f), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, reader was a lying little shit in high school but it paid off WC: 7.3k [please read author's note]

A/N: this was originally going to be a 15k word long smut as part of my LDR series, but........ I figured the more parts I can make out of it the more content I can produce, so here is part one of Us Against The World. Enjoy :) Edit: I’m rereading this and noticing a few typos, I apologize about those! Grammarly isn’t so helpful sometimes…

There you were in your blue tank top and yoga pants laying with your father’s dog in the middle of the front yard. You had just returned from New York a few days earlier from college, which your father amicably told Joel about over a few beers the week before.

Joel was expecting to see your 18-year-old self: long hair, sparkly eyeshadow, dressed in your late mother’s hand-me-downs from the 80s. But that was no longer you.

You dressed more modern and age-appropriate. Your hair was shorter, looked curlier, and you had highlights. Your eyebrows were thinner and your face was free from the loud makeup your teenage self was accustomed to. Joel would make jokes from time to time about how he believed you were just born with glitter all over your eyes.

Joel felt a little silly thinking you wouldn’t have changed. Who doesn’t make a drastic change when they leave high school? He hadn’t found the time to stop by and say hello but he wasn’t necessarily rushing it.

He’d met your father when you guys moved in next door in 1993 and he remembered you introduced yourself the second you saw him and Sarah playing outside despite your father’s protests.

You told Joel about how your dad was only being grumpy because he’d just turned thirty-six. Something about getting old. You didn’t bother to retain that information.

But here you were: all grown up. It reminded Joel of the day he overheard you and your best friend talking about how handsome you thought he was. He wondered if you still felt that way.

You sat up, feeling the sense that someone was watching you; your eyes scanned around until instinct made you look to the same window Joel was standing in.

For some reason, he didn’t feel embarrassed about being caught staring. He offered you an energetic smile and you took in his appearance.

He hadn’t changed much — his hair was a little longer and he had a few more fine lines across his face, but he was still the handsome man you remembered and admired.

You stand up and walk over to the window prompting him to open it.

“Hey, creep,” you teased with a big grin, “how ya been?”

Even your voice sounded different with its blend of Texas and New York. It was sultry with a hint of confidence. He tried not to let his weaknesses show.

“I’m doing all right… Sorry for starin’. Could hardly tell that was you,” he responded.

You just barely saw his eyes glance down to your chest, and it made you smirk.

Had this been any other man you’d have your fist meeting their jaw, but it wasn’t any other man. It was Joel. You hadn’t forgotten that he was attractive, but you did forget just how attractive. Or maybe his sexiness came with his age.

Not like it mattered anyways. It wasn’t like you could make a move.

“I been gettin’ that a lot… Dad tells me you’re a contractor now with Tommy.”

Joel nodded and said, “Yep, hated workin’ for other people, so…”

You were unsure if you were being awkward or if it was just… Awkward.

“Cool. Yeah, no, I get that. How is Tommy, by the way? Is he still really cute?” You giggled.

This made Joel roll his eyes. “Not cuter than me,” he answered begrudgingly. You watched how his eyes faltered again, trailing from your lips to your belly ring. “Your dad let you get that?”

You scoffed and waved your hand lazily as if you were swatting his condescending tone away. “One, Dad can’t tell me what to do with my body. And two, Tommy was always the cuter one.”

“S’that so?” Joel grunted as if he were tempted to laugh.

You gave him a cunning look and nodded. “Yeah. But you were always more handsome.”

Joel found himself blushing at the compliment, trying to wipe the redness away with his calloused palm to no avail.

You let out a quiet teetering laugh and looked back to make sure your dog was okay for a moment. “He get that dog after I left?”

Joel focused on you again and confirmed it once he noticed the dog again. “Yeah. I think your dad likes having something to take care of.”

You looked back into Joel’s eyes and bathed in them for a moment. He seemed more like himself, more certain of who he was. It made you a little sad to know how much time has passed, but maybe it was better this way.

“He was always like that. I think it started after… Well, you know.” You took a deep breath and tried to change the subject. “How’s Sarah? She still my little rockstar?”

“She’s more of a pop star, now,” he said. “She still wears that bracelet you let her have, the… The silver one.”

Your chest swelled with joy and you couldn’t contain your excitement. “Really?! Aw, man, that’s so cool. I remember I would throw a fit if I didn’t have that damn thing on.” The dog barking grabbed your attention once again. He was just barking at the mailman but settled once the worker started petting him. “Sorry!” You shouted before returning your focus to Joel. “Well, Joel it was nice seeing you. We should… Catch up. I could use some… Life advice.”

“I’m free tomorrow night if that works?” He tried to contain his excitement.

You slowly backed away, giving him one more nod and smile. “Perfect. Just come over whenever like old times.”

Joel decided to be respectful enough to not ogle over your ass as you walked away. He turned away from the window wondering how the hell he was going to get over this… Crush?

Is that what this was? A crush?

He decided to not torture himself with his intrusive thoughts.

“Hey, kid,” Joel greeted. You rolled your eyes at the nickname but greeted him back. He entered the backyard slowly trying to get a feel for the mood. He sat next to you in the extra papasan chair and snatched your beer out of your hands. You glared at him, unable to hold it for long when he shot you that infamous smile. “Everything all right?”

He tasted your strawberry chapstick around the rim of the glass and let the taste linger on his tongue. His eyes fell to your lips as he thought about how the chapstick would taste coming straight from you. Raw and unfiltered.

You held your breath, wishing you had enough courage to ask your father these questions. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust your father, you just wanted an opinion from an outside perspective. You were hoping Joel wasn’t as inclined to protect or embarrass you as much as your dad.

“There’s this guy I’ve been dating for a few months now… I…” You sigh frustratedly with the tension surrounding the question meanwhile Joel grew tense and jealous? He asked himself why that was the way he felt about you having a boyfriend.

You apprehensively said, “We had sex a few times before I left and it wasn’t…good.”

“Okay?” Joel asked as a way to tell you to keep going.

“How should I go about telling a guy that?”

He cleared his throat uncertain of how to answer your question. He didn’t want his newly discovered feelings to cloud his judgment as the chances of you two becoming a thing were slim to none. He wouldn’t want to sabotage you or your relationships. Especially when you trusted him enough to ask such a burdening question.

Joel accepted the awkwardness of the topic and put it aside. He didn’t want you to feel embarrassed. “Well, have you tried suggesting things that he can do to make you—it feel good?” He asked.

“Yeah, but I’m starting to wonder if it’s me,” you admitted.

“Does he do the things you ask him to?”

“Kinda?” Your cheeks flushed and your eyebrows furrowed tightly.

He gave you a look that said come on now.

“He like… Does half of it?” You could just die of embarrassment right now.

“Wh—? How does he do half of it?”

You groaned obnoxiously and chugged some more beer. “I don’t know?! He does what I ask for like five minutes and then just does what he’s used to I guess.” He watched you poke your bottom lip out to pout as you stared into the glass bottle. “I really like him, Joel.”

“Does he like you?”

“Well, yeah,” you said as if it were obvious. “Fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He inhaled sharply through his teeth and stole your beer bottle again. “All I will say is that a man that truly likes you would try harder, especially during sex, and especially if you’ve told him how he could make you feel good.”

“So… What do I do?”

“Do you think he likes you?” He asked again. “Think about it for a second. What does he do for you?”

“Well, he…” Your voice trailed off into silence as your mind went blank. Surely this guy did something for you to make you like him, right? But anything that did happen to come to mind was the bare minimum. You didn’t want to give Joel the satisfaction, so you said, “I think it could work.”

“Who’re trying to convince? Me or yourself?” He saw the frustration on your face and propped a finger below your chin to make you look at him. “If a guy really likes you, sweetheart, you wouldn’t have to ask more than once,” was all he said after he took a sip of your beer.

“What do you mean?”

Joel’s sigh almost sounded irritated. “I mean… A guy that truly likes you and deserves you won’t make you suffer through sex. A real man’ll take care a’you.”

“A real man, huh?” You bantered.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Like you?”

“I’d like to think so.”

“Do you like me?”

Why the fuck did I ask him that?! You thought as soon as the words left your mouth.

Joel didn’t couldn’t answer right away. His voice just stumbled over his tongue and out of his mouth.

“I think you’re a sweet girl,” he finally said, “and you’re smart enough to know who’s worthy of your time and attention. Doesn’t sound like it’s him.”

You couldn’t defeat the growing smirk on your face as he fought the urge to look over your body. He wasn’t so good at hiding it.

You turned your body in the chair slightly and dauntingly lifted your leg to touch your bare toes against his calf. You watched his breath get caught in his throat and your mouth fell open in awe at how easy it was to get him riled up.

He looked at the ground, not moving a single inch of his body. He was overwhelmed by your confidence.

The amount of attention Joel’s given you in the last ten minutes already seemed to surpass the attention your “boyfriend” (can you even call him that?) had given you.

Your foot trailed up Joel’s leg before you rested it upon his knee; Joel’s eyes screwed shut as if he were praying to not get caught like this, but your voice brought his gaze back to you.

“You didn’t answer my question, Joel,” you whispered seductively. Your foot left his leg and you got on your knees in the chair, then you leaned forward, hands around the rim of his own seat, and leaned in devilishly close to his face. “Do you like me?”

He swallowed hard, his fingertips turning white as they pressed into the bottle.

His lack of an answer caused an impatience to grow inside you. You leaned in even closer and strengthened your eye contact with him. Your fingers absentmindedly trailed over his knee to the midpoint of his clad thigh.

His spine shivered and his arms grew goosebumps. “Why don’t you have this attitude with your boyfriend?” He asked lowly in a poor attempt to further evade answering you.

You snickered and looked over his beer-covered lips, craving to taste them. “If I’m being honest he’s technically not my boyfriend… You’re tellin’ me things about men and how they should act. It’s making me feel like… He just can’t handle me.”

He smirked at you, fighting the way his body pleaded to touch yours. “If that’s the case then, sweetheart, I don’t think he’s the one for you.”

“Oh?” You got even closer, your nose touched his and you heard him choke on his breath. “Do you think you could handle me?”

He chuckled rashly and straightened his posture, now sensing you tense up. “I could,” he confidently confessed. “But this ain’t right, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you scoff, “you can’t keep your eyes off of me.”

“If you keep actin’ like a spoiled brat you won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you retorted, a cocky essence in your eyes.

“That so?”

“Maybe you can show me how a real man should be taking care of me.”

Joel had to stop himself from speaking as it would have potentially led to consequences. His flustered cheeks and wide lustful eyes created a hunger you’d never felt before.

However, you wanted Joel to earn it. Push him to the point of begging for just a taste of you. You needed to know if he craved you. Something you longed for from other men that just could not deliver.

You hovered your agape lips over his so dangerously it tickled his nerves. You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek then sat back in your original position.

Joel was both relieved and disappointed with the kiss. Relieved it didn’t end up with his head buried between your thighs, and at the same time disappointed that it didn’t.

For the next few days, you settled into your room as best as you could and got everything how you wanted it to be. Well, almost. You wanted a shelf to go over your closet so that you could display your most prized possessions.

When the idea sparked in your head you remembered that your dad said he was going to be gone for most of the day. You figured you could hold off for one more day. That was until you heard some power tools and heavy grunting from beyond your window.

Joel.

Joel had followed your lead as best as he could and you had to admit that the lack of physical contact was making it harder to resist him.

You felt a bit strange, however. After all, this is Joel. Sweet, caring, next-door neighbor Joel. You and your friends had a crush on him and his brother, Tommy, sure, but this wasn’t that. And you surely weren’t a child anymore. But still, you couldn’t help but think of how strange the dynamic is.

It wasn’t enough to stop you from taking your sweatpants off and changing out of your t-shirt into a stretchy tank top. You poked your head out of your window and shouted Joel’s name a few times until you successfully got his attention.

“Hey!” You said with a proud smile.

“Hey, kid!” He shouted back.

“Can you build a shelf for me? I wanted to get my room done today, but my old man’s gone!”

“Right now?” He tried to seem indifferent.

You just smiled harder and motioned for him to come over. “Please?!”

He huffed and looked at his half-done project, ultimately deciding to help you instead. The sooner he helps you the sooner he could create distance, he figured. Though deep down he knew that wasn’t the real reason.

You patter downstairs to unlock the door for him. He could see from the corners of his eyes that you were half naked, only in white panties and your top.

“Couldn’t a’put pants on?” He asked grumpily as he walked past you, not giving you the satisfaction of staring. You shut and lock the door before guiding him upstairs.

“Yeah, but I figured since you were doing the job for free I could at least give you something to look at,” you flirted. He didn’t even bother trying to stop you.

“What d’ya need done exactly?” He asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“I want those shelves to hang over my closet right… Here. I have a power drill here already, I just couldn’t figure out how to get it.”

He was doing a decent job at keeping his eyes anywhere but on your body, but in his mind he had already taken your clothes off and fucked you against the wall.

“S’alright, I can get it for ya,” he said while giving you an earnest look.

“What?” You asked after a moment of silence.

“Nothing,” he answered with a shrug and a smirk. You lightly smack his arm and plop down on your bed.

You lay on your stomach and flipped through a fashion magazine, occasionally smelling some of the perfume samples. You snuck glances at Joel’s broad back as he made sure everything could be lined up, smiling to yourself at how efficiently he worked.

“How’s your boyfriend?” Joel randomly asked after about ten minutes. You looked at him through your eyelashes as he peaked over his shoulder. 

You stifled your laugh and began looking at the magazine again before answering him. “He actually ended things with me two days ago. But like I said, he technically wasn’t my boyfriend. He never asked.”

“Oh… You doing okay? Seemed like you really liked him.”

“I like someone else more,” was all you said. Joel took a second, then just nodded even though you weren’t looking at him anymore.

“This someone have a name?” He asked after a few more moments of silence.

Joel’s internal conflict was teetering between giving in and giving up. He wasn’t sure why he was so drawn to you, but that’s what fueled his filthy thoughts even more.

“Yep, he sure does.”

Your tone was the exact opposite of what you were feeling. You felt hot and desperate, but you (almost) fooled him by sounding bored. He didn’t want to give into your childish game of beating around the bush, so he kept his mouth shut and began hammering a nail into the wall.

Suddenly you had an idea. An awfully sinister one.

You tossed the magazine on your nightstand and sat up in the bed, leaning into a few pillows and angling yourself so that Joel could get the perfect view if he dared to look.

Your hands traced uneven lines and patterns over your clad breasts and you gasped softly at your nipples perking up quickly. He couldn’t hear you over his hammering.

You rid yourself of your wet panties, kicking them to the edge of the bed. You spread your legs and began working big and slow circles over your sensitive clit. You used your free hand to pinch your nipple over your shirt, the combination of stimuli making you give a more audible moan.

Joel didn’t think much of it at first — he figured you were moving around on the bed to get more comfortable. So when the next moan came and he stopped his work to look at you he was taken aback, to say the least.

He said your name, but you shook your head in protest. “Is this okay?” You asked, innocence spreading across your face.

He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe.

“Joel?” You snapped him out of his daze. “S’this okay?”

He nodded and watched your trembling hands dip down into your glistening slit, collecting your wetness and coating it over your clit. Your body was stiff with anticipation, watching him watch you.

He took in all of your beauty like the way your eyes fluttered halfway shut and how you bit your plump lip to quiet your mewls. One hand cupped your breast so gently and the other rubbing steady, taunting circles over your sensitive bud. He watched the way you pleased yourself and let this picture of you engrave itself into his memory.

One day, Joel thought, I’d be able to make her feel as good as she makes herself feel.

He ignored the hardening of his cock pressing against his jeans, not caring enough to touch himself if it meant he didn’t get to feel you. He found the situation quite sexy and the lack of physical contact made him feel good.

You were showing him that he didn’t need to touch you or talk to you. He didn’t need to do a damn thing. All he needed to do was stand there and let you look at him.

Your moans were quiet and soft, barely heard by him. You squeezed your nipple harshly and jolted at the shock of electricity it sent throughout your body, your eyes screwing shut and your legs curling up into an almost fetal position at the feeling.

He saw you swallow the lump in your throat as you looked into his eyes again, soon scanning over his body and imagining how he would feel on top of you. The imagination was more than enough to get you going.

You imagined he felt strong and heavy above you, trapping you with his burly arms and using his lean thighs to keep your legs open for him as he rolled his hips to meet yours.

You absentmindedly curled your middle and ring finger into your creamy pussy, chasing after the feeling of being stretched out by Joel. Your pussy effortlessly squelched as your discharge poured out of you like a waterfall, coating your plump ass cheeks in your juices.

You got a bit louder but remained mindful of the open windows just a few feet away. You watched the movement in his jeans from his cock that twitched, longing for just some fucking relief. But he didn’t move, he didn’t even adjust his pants. He wanted you to know that you were the one in charge and that he was willing to suffer just for you.

“Joel,” you breathed out in between helpless murmurs.

He almost caved at how sweetly you said his name like you were asking for help. You reached even further into your sex, pressing into your sweet spot carefully. You pretended it was him.

Allowing your eyes to shut and your mouth to open, your mind dove deeper into the fantasies of Joel. You imagined him fucking you slowly, steady enough to not make your bed squeak too loud. Your fingers followed your mind, bumping against your g-spot the same way you wanted him to: carefully, yet forceful.

Joel felt awkward just standing there watching you, but you looked so beautiful. Sprawled out just for him with your fingers dipping into your sopping cunt as if you were made just for him. He saw your shoulders twitch and a hiss escaped your lips.

A ripple of ecstasy shocked your nerves, your walls tighten around your fingers, and your clit tensed up with a tickling sensation.

Your face twisted from the overwhelming feeling that began to encapsulate you from your core to your mind. Your moans became shallow and louder. Your clit throbbing beneath your palm motivated your to work your fingers faster. You fucked yourself with more desire than you had before, still twisting your perky nipple between your other fingers.

You were a lot more gentle with yourself than Joel would have expected. You took your time, didn’t overwhelm yourself.

He knew he loved it when the ever-growing pressure inside of you burst into a million flames throughout your trembling body. He saw that the slower you were with yourself the more intense the orgasm was.

He accidentally groaned at the sight of you: clinging to your bedsheet with the very hand that toyed with your breast, eyes refusing to open from the immense pleasure soaring through your veins, curling up into a ball because your body couldn’t comprehend just how good you were feeling.

He noticed how your cum gushed around and below your fingers creating a wet spot on your blanket. He carefully watched as you opened your eyes, still slowly fingering yourself. You continued to feel your orgasm, exploring how much of it you could endure.

You moved your free hand to your clit and rubbed tiny and fast circles around it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you refused to moan anything but his name.

You shoved your fingers deep inside of you to press against your g-spot relentlessly. Your toes curled at the mix of pleasure.

You knew your orgasm was coming back more powerful than before already, and you braced yourself when your walls flexed against your fingers basically forcing them out; you chewed hard on your lip and laid your stiff fingers flat against your clit to rub from side to side at the arrival of your squirt. You squealed behind your swollen lip and let your squirt splash everywhere.

Joel palmed his rock-hard cock for some relief as he watched in awe at how you came for him. You looked so fucking delicious soaking yourself in your juices. His heart punched against his chest and his mind nearly blank, only filled with you.

Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape as you eased up on your clit. You let out sweet hums of bliss and you opened your eyes again, carefully analyzing his body language.

He practically reeked of inferiority. He was your marionette, your toy, whatever you wanted him to be. He didn’t recognize you in the best way possible. You were an unwrapped present that he couldn’t wait to open and play with. Your confidence grew at his puppy eyes that were low and dark, filled with a need to serve you.

Your fingers collected some of the creamy nectar between your folds before you brought it to your mouth and darted your wet tongue out to taste it.

You never broke eye contact once, observing how his body shuddered at the filthy action. His breath was heavy, his chest heaved in anticipation. You stuck your fingers inside of your mouth moaning at the salty goodness coating every single taste bud.

It wasn’t until your fingers dropped back down to your side and you gave him a shit-eating grin that he finally looked away, sighing loudly.

He felt ashamed of himself.

He’d known you since you were a child.

How could he ever look you in the eye again?

How could he ever look your father in the eye again?

You slipped your panties on again while he wasn’t looking and just grabbed your magazine, flipping through the pages again like nothing ever happened though the wet spot on your bed clearly said otherwise.

When Joel saw you had returned to your previous activities he did the same. Drilling and hammering your shelves onto the wall like nothing fucking happened.

“Here you go sir, you have a lovely day,” you chirped at the customer as you handed him his food waiting until he left. You turned around to straighten up the counter behind you when the bell on the door jingled. “Hello, give me just one moment and I’ll be with you!”

You gave the counter a lazy wipe with the wet washcloth before tossing it into the sink nearby and turning around, being met with a smirking Joel.

“My, my, you working at a burger joint? Never thought I’d see the day,” he teased.

You made a face and told him to shut up. You tried not to notice the sheer layer of sweat that coated his partially exposed chest. “What can I get you, sir?”

His face contorted with arrogance and he placed a hand over his chest. “Sir? You callin’ me sir now? Oh, you are just too cute.”

With a roll of your eyes, you huffed out a stream of air, waiting for him to stop fucking with you.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, dropping the act. “Can I get a burger and some fries?”

“You don’t want a drink?” You asked before writing his order down quickly and sliding it through the kitchen window.

“Are you tryin’a make me tip you more?”

You shrugged. “Nah, it’s just that the cola here is really good.”

“Mmm,” he hummed as if he didn’t believe you.

“If you want a cola I’ll make it extra cold for you,” you whispered as if you were telling him a dirty secret.

“Mhm, okay. Fine, I’ll take your word for it. Gon’ and get it f’me then.”

“You can ask that a little nicer,” you scoffed. You walked off, breathing in a gust of smoke on your way to the soda machine. “F’here or to-go?!” You shouted.

“Mm, I was gonna get it to go, but I think I’ll stay and keep you company.”

You could just hear the smile in his voice.

“Awe, how thoughtful of you,” you bantered before rinsing out a clean cup and filling it with ice. The cook called out the order was ready and you thanked him before finishing up with Joel’s drink. You grabbed the tray and walked over to the end of the counter where the stools sat, setting the food in front of Joel with a weak smile.

He watched you closely as you leaned onto your elbows waiting for him to try his food.

“What r’ya doing workin’ in a restaurant? Didn’t you graduate for like… Fashion or some shit?” Joel asked, unable to keep his smile down at how pretty you looked in your uniform: a teal skirt and a mustard yellow shirt, but so, so tacky. You hated the fucking outfit, it was everything you would never wear, but Joel thought you made it look good.

“I did,” you confirmed, “but I wanted a humbling job before I truly entered the world of fashion.”

Joel’s thick and somewhat dirty fingers unraveled his greasy burger after he dumped the fries out chaotically. He took an unnecessarily big bite, not seeing how your eyes watched the trail of juice trickle down the corner of his mouth to his chin before he swept it set with his thumb.

“Humbling, hmm?” He questioned before swallowing his barely chewed bite. “You’re a wise girl, you know?”

“So I’ve been told,” you smugly replied. You stole a fry off of his tray and smiled at his frowning face while eating it before washing it down with his fizzling soda. “Best drink that ‘fore it goes flat.”

You walked away momentarily to help a customer that just walked in; she only wanted a dollar milkshake so you told her not to worry about paying. You took a dollar and some change from your tip pocket and put it in the register before grabbing a styrofoam cup and packing her cup.

Joel noticed halfway through you making the shake that whenever you tapped the bottom of the cup against the counter your breast jiggled against your arm. He felt the lady nearby staring at him so he turned his head just enough to see the mix of disgust and concern on her face.

If only she knew how filthy you were for him just last week…

He didn’t care enough to stop though, he just went back to looking at how your clothes hugged your body.

You finished up her shake and popped a lid on it before grabbing a straw and walking back to give it to her.

Joel heard the lady ask if you were okay, and he promptly rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and tried his best to not laugh. You were confused by her question, simply nodding your head and saying, “Yeah?”

She looked at Joel once more, choosing not to say another word before leaving.

“Fuck was that about?” You asked, watching her walk away.

“She saw me starin’ at your tits,” he said between obnoxious bites. “If only she saw—“

Your eyes widened. “Do not finish that sentence.”

“Whatever you say, doll,” he teased before taking another bite.

You pretended to be grossed out by seeing the chewed-up food in his mouth as he spoke, swatting his hand gently. “You’re so gross.”

“You love me,” he quipped with a simper. He took a sip of his drink, humming at how refreshing it felt. “This is good,” he told you.

“Told ya.”

“What time are you out?”

You looked at the door when your manager came in, apologizing for taking longer than she expected.

“You’re fine, it’s a slow day,” you told her as she walked to her office. You looked at Joel and slammed your book and pen on the counter near the register. “I’m out now. Why?”

“Your dad asked me to pick you up.”

You felt a rush of worry. “Why? Is he okay?”

“Yeah, honey, everything’s fine. He forgot about pickin’ you up today and got drunk with his buddies and called me—well, he called Tommy. Said he wouldn’t be back home ‘til tomorrow.”

You raised an eyebrow at the mention of his brother’s name. “Oh? Well, why isn’t Tommy here?” You strutted around the counter and stood next to Joel as he inhaled the last of his food.

“Think you know why,” he grunted.

Anxiety pang inside of your chest, but you convinced yourself it was excitement. You were hoping that he wanted to get you alone somewhere and fuck you into the next week.

But you didn’t want to seem desperate. You kept a straight face, waiting for your boss to come back out before getting your things and punching out.

You followed Joel to his Chevy and thanked him when he opened the door for you. He huffed when by the time he got inside the car himself you were already flipping through his book of CDs.

“I got a good one in already—“

“Is it The Writing’s On the Wall by Destiny’s Child?” You interrupted after you found said CD.

“No, b—“

“Then it’s not what I want to listen to.”

Joel endured your (arguably bad) singing for the ten-minute ride back to your house. He thought about a few things in that ten minutes:

-Sarah wasn’t home, so he didn’t need to worry about food (or getting caught), so this time was optimal to make a move on you.

-If he were to make a move on you, then you two wouldn’t get caught.

-If he were to make a move on you, how exactly would he do it?

Once he arrived in his driveway, you both stepped out of the car and he walked over to your side.

“You not working tonight?” You asked.

“No, we finished early.”

You looked at him with lush eyes and bit the inside of your mouth, a flirty smile coaxing your lips. He looked hopeful for something, anything.

“I was just gonna watch TV all night,” you started, “and maybe make some dinner. I know you just ate, but you and Sarah are welcome to come over.”

“Sarah’s at a friend’s tonight, doing some studying,” he answered. His voice trailed off as if he weren’t finished speaking his thought aloud, but you picked up where he reluctantly left off.

“Do you want to come over, then? Just you?”

He looked around the quiet neighborhood as if he had to think about what he wanted. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

You lead him to your house, kicking your shoes off at the door and he followed. He felt unsure of his decision. He wondered if this night would play out platonically and just be filled with conversation and dinner, or if this was truly the beginning of a secret he’d have to keep forever.

“Spaghetti okay?” You asked him once you both entered the kitchen, decorated with oranges and reds, and yellows, reminiscent of your late mother. You tossed your half apron on the island before making your way to the refrigerator.

You heard his feet patter on the linoleum quickly but before you could turn around on your own Joel did it, pinning your back against the refrigerator and knocking down some of the bottles inside of it.

You gasped when his fingers peacock over the outsides of your thighs, gripping at the hem as a means to pace himself.

His eyes were bright yet lustful as his proximity alone sucked the air out of your lungs. Your chests heaving against each other’s created the only other physical contact you had with him.

He then dropped to his knees before you got the chance to speak; his calloused hands rose beneath your skirt, hiking it up enough for him to pull your wet panties down to your ankles. You stepped out of them for him and he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder before meeting his mouth to your clit tongue first.

You moaned at how he just dove into it, not bothering with kissing or easing you into it. Your digits laced through his messy curls while his tongue coated itself in your juices.

His tongue did crazy laps around your clit and he smacked a couple of firm kisses in between his licks. You tried to watch his work but your stupid fucking skirt was in the way. You settled, however when his eyes opened, the only visible part of him from your view.

You tasted so good to him, he tasted your day of work mixed in with your salty precum and he couldn’t get enough of it. He moaned when you tugged at his hair, burying his face as deep as he could and closing his eyes.

You let out a stream of obscenities while using your calf to push into his back, afraid that if you didn’t hold on tight enough he’d vanish.

He wrote out his full name over your clit like he was casting a spell that anything you or someone else touched you there you would only think about him.

You were amazed at how good he was eating you out — you didn’t think he’d be bad. You just didn’t know it could feel this good. It was like you felt him touching and kissing and licking all over your body, swimming in an endless pool of dissolution.

His touch was decadent through remembering how careful you were with yourself. He wanted to cater to you and to make you feel as good as you made yourself. And on top of that, he just really wanted to eat your pussy.

Savor it.

Taste it.

Drink you until you fucking ran dry and begged him to stop.

Nothing could have torn his lips away from your pussy. Hell, someone could have walked in and he’d still keep going.

“Joel,” you gasped, throwing your head back and grinding on his face.

He loudly moaned, tightening his grip around your thighs and wagging his head furiously from side to side to provide more stimulation.

Your hips bucked into his face roughly and you screeched, pulling even tighter on his hair.

“Joel, oh—fu-fuck!”

He smirked and pulled at the skirt to unveil his eyes again. His dick angered in his jeans, but he ignored it. He’d much rather focus on the way you writhed from his touch. Your panting growing heavier fueled his already intense movements. He began to suck while still shaking his head earning another screech from you.

You never felt out of control with how loud you were before. Every motion sent a million shockwaves throughout your body. You always did a good job at keeping quiet enough so that the neighbors wouldn’t hear, but fucking hell was Joel the one to break that evergreen streak.

You felt his hot breath collide with the fluids coating your sex and his nails leave indents on your flesh.

His tongue darted out to collect a stream of your cum, but his nose butted against your clit as he continued shaking his head making your hips buck once more. Then he realized… He got to stimulate your sensitive bud and lick between your folds.

He loved it.

Your moans became more distressed and uneven; he felt you chasing that high. He wanted you to cum so fucking badly. To let all of your pent-up cum pour over him.

You held the back of his head gently and he angled it just right enough for you to ride his face.

“Use my fucking face,” he moaned loud enough between your legs for you to hear. “Use my fucking face to cum.”

Your body gave in finally at his hoarse voice; your hops sped up, still using his nose and lips to overstimulate yourself. The orgasm was forceful, your moans strident.

Joel felt a pool of your cum leak out and drip down his chin onto his neck. He watched you crumble and curl into him and he was attentive enough to hold you steady while your balance dissipated.

Your head was dizzy and your vision blurred. You slowly halted your movements and just stood there being held by him while he placed light, but loving kisses along your dripping cunt.

He finally pulled his face out from underneath your skirt and carefully put your leg down before standing. He tucked some loose hairs back or behind your ears, then caressed your cheek and gave you a peck.

You wiped some of your cum off of his wet chin with your thumb and held it up to his mouth which he gladly sucked on. He grinned at you afterward and fixed your skirt for you.

The silence was soothing because frankly, neither of you knew what to say. It left you speechless, but that could just be the aftereffect of your climax.

The night was beginning to close in sooner than either of you wanted it to. You two just talked, truly catching up on the past four years. He was a lot funnier than you remembered, your cheeks were aching from how much he was making you laugh.

"You are a real gentleman, Joel Miller. What can I say? Dinner and an orgasm?!"

He lifted you up from your spot on the couch and pulled you into his lap so that you were straddling him. "I don't have to be," he murmured against your lips. His fingers flexed into your feverish skin, holding you upright and close by. He chased you with his lips until you finally let him kiss you. "Be honest with me... Did you really think I was handsome in high school?"

Your face grew warm and you hid behind your hands in embarrassment. "Oh, my God."

"Why are you actin' all shy now?"

"Because you weren’t supposed to know about that."

"Know about what exactly?"

You crossed your arms, deciding to let him win this time. "You want details?"

He smirked and leaned back to get more comfortable.

"Well... I used to lie and tell my friends that we fucked," you admitted.

"Really?" Despite his surprise the smirk never left his face. If anything it grew wider.

You sheepishly nodded. "I used to tell them how good you were. Everything you would do to me."

"What would I do to you?" His cock was already throbbing against his jeans, and just like every other time, he ignored it.

"You would fuck me up against the wall," you explained. "Sometimes, you would bend me over the edge of the bed and spank me for being naughty. Or just 'cause you felt like it. I'd even tell them about how you played with my ass so gently because you didn't want to hurt me."

Every word went straight to his dick, making it jerk and prod your thigh.

"Maybe I do need to bend you over and spank you for all that lyin' you were doin'. Your friends probably think I'm some creep now," he said; his tone wasn’t scolding or cold. He sounded thirsty for more of you. Like his throat had already run dry despite how much of you he drank earlier.

"I'd tell them the truth, but if I were to do that now then I'd be lying again," you whispered against his lips.

"We certainly cannot have you spreadin' no more dirty lies, now. Can we?"

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Read Part 2 here.

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[autumn-hiraeth]

idk if your requests are open rn so just ignore this if they aren’t, but if you do nsfw, hobie brown x reader where reader is getting ready for a date and she’s wearing one of those skims dresses (ykwim😭❓) and it’s driving hobie insane cuz she looks so good in it and he bends her over the bathroom counter and they miss their date cuz…yk 😆 (i just realized i put her for a lot of it but it can be gn :))

helloo anon! 🫡- I took my time but hope you like it! <3

Hobie brown x reader

headcanons. NSFW.

a/n : i have been too busy but i hope keep writing for Hobie, my beloved <3.

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Hobie has missed out many dates with you since last month due to his duties as Spider Punk. But today is different... Hobie promised to make it up to you and right now he's lying on your bed while he waits for you to come out of the bathroom. Hobie knows that you are going to love the place that he is going to take you to; he is sure that tonight he will be able to make up for all those times when he left you jilted or horny and alone in your bed for having to save the day.

Hobie sighs, he's excited to see you... since he saw your skim dress hanging in the closet he couldn't help but... think how sexy you would look. "I'm almost done Hobie... just let me find my lipstick..." you mumble leaving the bathroom as you go to your powder room. and what does Hobie? Well, he has only seen you for a few minutes and his cock is already hard for you...

Hobie sighs heavily as he gets up from the bed and walks over to you, he carefully places his big hands on your waist and pulls you into his body as he looks at you through the mirror. His eyes scan your figure through your mirror and you both moan softly in unison: you when you feel his hard dick sink into your ass and Hobie when he looks at your nipples through that cute skim dress of yours.. "fuck... luv... you look so good" Hobie murmurs against your ear with a raspy voice making you shiver.

And you know your man well, you know he wants to lean you against your desk and fuck you until you squirt over his thick cock. You bite your lip as Hobie kisses your cheek and murmurs "we have time..." And that's all Hobie and you need so that before long you'll find yourself bent over your vanity, moaning and whimpering as Hobie buries his hard cock inside you so deep, it feels heavenly to have his fat tip kissing your cervix while his other hand cups your hip and the other pinches your nipple. "fuck...luv.... missed this pussy" Hobie mumbles before filling you up for the first time of the night.....

But when you cum on him right after he fills you up, you both know you two are going to have to miss another date out. At least this time Hobie is going to make sure to leave you so filled with his seed that you can feel him for days even when he's not around.

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

heyya!!!... Beautiful💐.

I see requests are currently open, so if you don't mind... can I request a sexy wife s/o who loves to cook and will always make slasher food? And prepare all their needs (you know like a good wife in general🙃),My twin sisters really like their slasher Especially for Bo, Lester, Vincent, Thomas hewitt,Charles Lee Ray and Michael Myers...

Oh, I also think it would be great if they had obedient children with the wife s/o. They know how their father is and they choose not to worry too much about it. Please....I'm sorry if I requested when your requests were closed, but, I've been looking for a blog for a long time whose requests are still open and finally I found your blog 😭.

My twin sister is sick and I want her to be able to read the story you made from my request 🙏.

Love you dear

Thank you so much for the request sweet anon! <3 I hope me deciding to do Headcannons for each story was ok to anon. Sorry this took so long, I worked on it in chunks over the course of a few different days.

Also I hope you sister feels better soon Anon <3 <3

Slashers with a good little wife and good little children: The Sinclairs. Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt and Charles Lee Ray.

Also not my gifs, not of the gifs I use are ever mine and full credit goes to the original creators <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Written with AFAB in mind as per request, suggestive themes. Story under the cut. Request centers around "traditional" wife roles. Talks of pregnancy and children.

<3 : Bo loves the idea of having a good little wife and good little children to boot. He just never thought living in Ambrose and as a man with his hobbies he would get to experience that, until he met you.

<3: You instantly took over cleaning and cooking, even some of the spots in Ambrose no one even went into anymore. You had no idea how the boys had managed to survive so long with living like they were raised in a barn.

<3: Bo also liked how you liked to steer clear of anything having to do with his business and what went on at the gas station.

"it ain't your place" He murmured once into your hair when you asked him about it when the relationship was still relatively new. That was the first and only time he ever had to tell you that.

<3: Bo was thrilled by your want to stay out of his and mind your own that it was surprising when you ultimately fell pregnant after only about a year being in Ambrose. As if he'd let you leave.

<3: Bo let you take care of all the child rearing duties, with him being gone usually all day it was just easier plus the last thing he wants to come home too is crying children after a long day.

<3 As the children grew you had to teach them about what their father and uncles and explain why it would be inappropriate to ask anyone about it. All they needed to know was that they were safe and their daddy loves them.

<3 The sight of you being rounded with HIS baby also does things to Bo, So don't be surprised if he makes it a goal to keep you pregnant as often as possible.

<3 Bo would be a in and out father I think though, not that he means to be he does love the children. His relationship with his own father affects how active he is a lot of the time and since that's the only father figure he has to go off of he doesn't wanna turn out like him.

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"Papa!' The children yelled as they ran through the door of the gas station to their father. You had a free instance of free time so you thought you'd bring them down to bring Bo some lunch.

"There's my babies" Bo said opening his arms to catch all 3 of them up in them. He turned to you poised and ready for the kiss you planted on his lips as you set the basket of food down on the counter.

"We made you lunch papa!" Your youngest girl said as he placed her back on the floor. Bo smiled at her.

"You did now didya?" All three children nodded as you opened the basket and began to explain to Bo what you made him. It wasn't long before your family bubble was interrupted by a car pulling up outside.

Bo's gaze hardened as he turned to look outside the station windows he then turned to you and the kids before barking an order.

"You four need to go on and get back to the house now" He said, The children having been through this before nodded before falling in line behind you to head back home.

"I'll come get ya'll when I'm done" Bo said planting a last kiss to your lips before you waddled out of the gas station, giant pregnant belly and all three little ducklings in tow.

<3 Soft mushy Vincent is soft and mushy.

<3 You are his doting little wife and he is your doting husband. His heart swells every time he sees you coming down into the basement with a plate of food and a drink.

<3 At first he was a bit nervous about you growing board of Ambrose since he wouldn't let you be involved but when he saw you begin to clean literally anything and everything he figured you were alright.

<3 Vincent loves your cooking and it actually helps rouse him out of the basement to come and sit at the table with you and his brothers.

<3 When you fell pregnant the first time, He was stunned. Like truly stunned. He never thought fatherhood more or less being a husband was in the cards for him ever.

<3 To know have both he couldn't believe it. A cute little house wife and a baby he hoped would look just like you.

<3 If the baby isn't twins expect to start trying for a sibling right away. Vincent like his brothers adores the sight of you pregnant with his baby. It awakens a primal instinct inside of him to be the provider and keep you safe at all costs.

<3 Vincent would be afraid that the baby would be afraid of his face or his mask, no matter how many times you assured him other wise he couldn't help but worry.

<3 If the children grow up to question their fathers face or what he does in Ambrose, you and Vincent will tell them the loose truth obviously omitting a lot of detail. At least until their old enough.

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"Vincent, your her daddy. She'd never be afraid of you" You told him softly, reaching out in an attempt to hand him your daughter.

Ever since she was born Vincent refused to hold her as he didn't wanna scare her off with his mask or his face.

He looked into your eyes as he went to shake his head, before he could though you had shoved your baby into his arms and positioned his hands in the proper places to hold her.

Vincent jumped at your sudden action but was never the less quick to cradle his daughter. He looked down at her once she was settled and when his eyes met hers that matched your perfectly he felt his breath leave his body.

Vincent had never experienced a feeling like this in his entire life and doubted he would ever feel it again. He was head over heels in love with this little human the two of you had made together and from that day he vowed that anyone who tried to come in-between him and his family would have him to answer too.

<3 Lester is used to cooking and cleaning his own space so it takes him awhile to get used to you doing it for him.

<3 He appreciates it greatly but he doesn't fully understand why you would want to clean up behind him like you do though. Like he picks up roadkill all day who would want to smell that?

<3 He doesn't complain about you cooking though, He thinks your food is amazing and it's great to come home to a warm cooked meal every night.

<3 You do so much for him so don't be surprised if Lester comes home every so often with little gifts he's collected for you. Some of them may or may not come from victims but as Lester's good little wifey you never question it, you just press your lips to his and thank him for the thoughtful gift.

<3 When you fall pregnant, again like his brothers, Lester is thrilled. He can't be in the same room as you without running his hands up and down your swollen belly while trying to feel the baby kick.

<3 Lester wants a football team of children, so be prepared to make many renovations to the cabin the two of you share to accommodate all the children.

<3 Lester loves bringing his sons out on the road with him when their old enough and with your permission of course. He'd never let them participate in anything Bo or Vincent do but helping him with roadkill is just fine by him.

<3 If any of the kids ever questions what their uncles do in Ambrose and why Lester doesn't usually want them around it, He'll tell them that it's because of Vincent's delicate projects and that answer is enough for the kids.

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"Nah sweetpea, you know why you can't go to Ambrose" Lester softly told your son after the fifth time he had asked to go see his uncles. Your son sighed and pouted slightly before speaking.

"I know uncle Vincent's art is easy to break but I promise I won't ruin anything"

"My love, I've told you it's rude to question your father" You piped up from your chair in the living room, running a hand over your slightly swollen belly. "Why don't you go join your brothers outside for a bit before dinner, and stay where we can see you" He gave you a sad look but nodded and went through the front door outside.

"I know the boys love Vinny and Bo, but I just want em to be safe" Lester told you sitting on the arm of your chair and putting a hand over yours sitting on your belly.

"I know Les, but when their older they'll understand why we have rules" You shot him a smile and he gratefully returned it. He was so lucky to get someone so understanding of the "Family Business"

<3 Thomas was raised to be a family man. Luda Mae had always told him growing up that one day he would need to find a wife to continue the Hewitt family with.

<3 Enter you, ending up at the Hewitt farm like so many others, but not meeting the same fate as them.

<3 Thomas would've easily put babies before marriage but Luda Mae insisted that you two do it the traditional way and get married first.

<3 You were quick to win her over with your affinity to help out with cooking and other house chores. Especially when it came to taking care of her darling boy Thomas. She was thrilled he had found someone who loved him so much.

<3 In the Hewitt house hold with Monty and Charlie both breathing down your neck, it's easy to be reminded to leave the mans work to Thomas and just focus on helping Luda with whatever she needs.

<3 When you fall pregnant with the first baby, the whole house hold is thrilled.

<3 Luda, Charlie and Monty all never thought they would see the day that Thomas would continue the Hewitt family tree so it was a very big deal when you fell pregnant with Luda's first grandchild.

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"Now darlin' you know your not supposed to be doing anything in your state" Luda reprimanded as she walked into the kitchen to see you doing dishes.

"I know mama but laying in bed all day everyday is driving me nuts" You told her drying off a plate you were washing. Luda joined you at the sink grabbing a cup to wash it before handing it to you to dry.

"When I was pregnant with Charlie I almost got driven up a wall myself. Just don't let Tommy see, You'll never hear the end of it" She said giving you a small smile before heading back to the living room.

You stood at the sink and continued to wash until you heard familiar footsteps heading up the basement stairs, you tried to pretend like you weren't washing dishes but it was too late, Tommy was on you in an instant.

"Tommy hun it's ok!" You pleaded as he took the dishes out of your hands and herded you towards a chair. You couldn't help yourself but the laugh of how your giant husband could be turned so soft and attentive with you.

You grabbed Tommy's hands before he made you sit down and placed them onto your rounded belly. His eyes met yours instantly and your foreheads pressed together.

"Tommy we're fine, I promise honey." Tommy looked at you incredulously before rolling his eyes and huffing at you, you laughed. If there was one thing in this world Tommy couldn't say no too it was you.

<3 Now Charles I could see being a bit different. Sure he adores having someone cleaning and cooking since he's out doing what a serial killer does most of the time but when it comes to kids he's a bit hesitant.

<3 He loves that you love to cook for him. It's nice having warm meals to come home too for once, Brownie points if their his favorite foods.

<3 Doesn't so much like when you get on him about tracking blood through the house or getting one too many stains on his clothes.

<3 If you really want a baby start telling him how lonely you are when he leaves for long periods of time to go kill people. He'll give you want you want as long as the baby stays out of his way.

<3 He'll be a good dad though don't get me wrong and he'll love the kid or kids just as much as you but he's a busy guy that's got shit to do so he mainly sees them as your responsibility.

<3 Might get jealous of all your attention going to the baby though, he understands it has too but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it all the time.

<3 Your never going to be the picture perfect family but for your Charles will try his best to give you and the kids everything you'd ever need.

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"Charles! what have I told you about tracking blood in the house!" Your voice echoed through the house. You heard a muffled laugh as he rounded the hallway with your 3 month old in his arms.

"Babe I'm sorry, you know I never mean too sometimes it just happens" He said adjusting your bundle of joy in his arms.

"Whaddya think kid should mommy forgive me just this once?" He asked your child you babbled in response.

"You said just this once the last three times chuck" You deadpanned before breaking a smile when he did.

"Just a hazard of the job toots" He laughed, You joined him before your eyes were met with the deep red splotches on the blazer he was wearing.

His eyes followed yours before his froze and turned to walk away with the baby in tow as you yelled out behind him.

"Charles! The blood!"

<3 The only inkling of what a normal family functions like that Michael has ever gotten was from his childhood, and to be honest I think his memories of that are very few and far between.

<3 You want to do what for him? Cook and clean ? why on earth would you want to do that for? Michael is confused.

<3 Though preparing to go out and finding a nice fresh out of the dryer jumpsuit all nice and warm and clean for him is quite nice. Michael thinks this is something he could get used to.

<3 On those late nights where he comes back late and finds plates of dinner wrapped in tinfoil ready for him to either heat up or eat just like that is also something he could get used too. It tastes way better then what he usually eats (Totally not dog, totally not)

<3 When kids get brought up though, it's a different story. I could honestly see him not really being all for it at least not at first.

<3 He's really like Charles but more so into the you can have kids as long as they stay far out of his way.

<3 His feelings towards them also aren't the most parental either. He loves them ? At least, Michael feels an emotion he could probably equate to love about them.

<3 But yeah I think for Michael it's best you just keep the kids clear of him. It's not easy when your father is the shape of Haddonfield.

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"Welcome home Mike!, your dinner is wrapped up on the counter love" You greeted him as he came home after a night of terrorizing the town. Placing a kiss to the cheek of his mask.

Michael nodded wordlessly, as always, and turned to go into the kitchen. Tonight you had made his favorite, or at least what you only thought was one of his favorites by the way he every so slightly changed reactions every time you made it.

You gave him a second before following him into the kitchen and sitting next to him at the island. You watched as he lifted his mask up for each bite of food before lowering it to chew.

You made the mistake of questioning him once as to why he didn't just take the mask off. It was early on in the relationship and his hand instinctively went to his knife before you even finished asking. That was how you learned it's better to just not ask Michael questions at least not about the mask.

The two of you sat in silence, a routine you repeated pretty much every night unless you were already asleep when he got home. You would spend all day cleaning and making sure everything was ship shape for him then you would greet your monster of a man when he came through your front door.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Michael's plate crashed into the sink and broke into pieces. Michael still didn't understand how to not hold the plate too high and just to sit it in the sink.

Looks like something you'll still have to work on. No one said the shape of Haddonfield was smart when it came to chores anyway.

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[gingiesworld]

Window Cleaner

MILF Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Requested by @louxbloom

Warnings: Masterbation. Smut. Amab! Reader.

18+ MINORS DNI

Since the divorce was finalised, Wanda had found herself in a bit of a dry spell. Even now that the residential area has now got a new window cleaner and Wanda can't seem to get them off of her mind.

"You need to get fucked so bad Wanda." Nat teased her as Wanda could only nod with her face in her hands.

"I do." Wanda agreed. "The last time I had sex was before the divorce and I would say I would love for them to be my first after the divorce."

"Well, I think you need a plan." Nat told her. "They always come around when the boys are with Vision right."

"So should I invite them in for some lemonade?" Wanda queried as Nat chuckled.

"No, that's a little too Miss Vanilla." Nat told her. "Your house is the last one so maybe you leave your bedroom window and curtains open." She smirked as Wanda looked at her confused. "You still have that little egg I got you as a gag gift?" Wanda only nodded. "Use it when they are outside of your bedroom." That was all Nat told her, leaving the rest of it to Wanda's imagination.

As the weekend rolled around, Wanda was just pacing her room in just her robe. The vibrating egg was sat on her bed as she took a shaky breath. Looking out of the window and seeing that Y/N was only one house away, she decided to disrobe and lay spread on the bed, facing the window. The egg vibrating in her hand as she took another shaky breath before she applied the small device to her clit.

"Oh." She gasped at the feeling, using a toy was new to her and she couldn't deny how much she was enjoying it. Even as Y/N had started to clean the Maximoff's windows on the lower level, Wanda started to use her fingers too. Thrusting them in and out at a steady pace as she kept the egg in place.

As she was reaching her climax, her moans and sighs were as loud as Harkness singing old Shania Twain songs. Y/N almost fell from their ladder at the sight before them. Wanda's chest, her perfect breasts laid out for them to see and her suckable nipples on view for them as she fucked herself.

"Oh Y/N!" Wanda screamed as she came, Y/N had to grip onto the window to remain on the ladders as Wanda's eyes slowly opened and met Y/N's wide eyes. Taking her own fingers into her mouth and sucking them clean. Y/N felt their pants tighten as their cock hardened at the sight before Wanda gestured for them to come inside.

Nervously they clambored through the window, clumsily falling on their face with a grown which Wanda had forgotten her seductive technique as she rushed to their side.

"Are you ok?" She asked them as she helped them to their feet.

"Yeah." They whispered before their eyes remained on her breasts. "But right now I think I may have a heart attack."

"Oh right." Wanda went to put her robe back on but Y/N had stopped her. "What?"

"What is your plan Ms Maximoff?" They questioned as Wanda bit her lip seductively.

"I want you to fuck me." She whispered in their ear as they groaned at her words, a new wave of arousal escaping her as she felt their hardened cock against her stomach. "I have wanted it since the first time you cleaned our windows and I haven't had anyone use me for so long." She whispered as she reached for their hand and placing it on her breast. The two gasped at the feeling as Y/N squeezed it harshly.

"So you want me to fuck you until you can't walk." They stated as they brought their other hand to her ass. Over the years, Wanda wasn't the slim figure she used to be before she had the twins, but the curves and the stretch marks are what made her much more sexy to Y/N. Squeezing harshly, Wanda let out a moan as Y/N soon started to kiss her neck. "You are so sexy Wanda." They husked as she shook her head in denial. "I bet you would look even more sexier with my babies growing inside of you. The perfect mommy."

Wanda couldn't hold herself back as she lunged forth and kissed their lips harshly. Her hands tugging on their clothes as she removed them from their body. Once she had finally got them unclothed, they lay her down gently on the bed, completely disregarding their own dominance from before.

"Do you know that I really really like you." They told her as she giggled lightly.

"Perfect timing." She teased as they smirked.

"Perfect timing as any." They whispered as they leaned forward to kiss her once more.

"Just so you know, I really like you too." She told them before she pulled them back in, gasping as they inserted their length into her entrance, the two moaning at the sensation as Y/N started to thrust slow and gentle. Caressing the skin on Wanda's thigh as they wrapped it around their waist. Wanda gazed into their eyes as their movements were gentle and caring, practically loving which was all new to her.

Her arms moved around their shoulders as she pulled them closer to her. Their bodies molding as one as Y/N increased their speed and changed the angle of their hips.

"Oh!" Wanda moaned lewdly as they brushed against her g spot, making her go wild. The sound only spurred Y/N on as they gripped her hip harshly as they continued to thrust harder and faster. The knot in Wanda's stomach was about to snap.

"Hold the egg." They told her as they held her leg up. "Hold it against your clit." They spoke in a more authoritive tone. "And do not move it unless I say." She submitted to them as she done as she was told. Y/N railed her as she kept the egg in place, overstimulated as she squirted, her eyes rolling back to her head as her legs clenched and twitched around them as she continued to squirt as Y/N soon filled her up. Once they had calmed down, they moved Wanda's hand which held the egg away from her before they brushed the hair from her face. "You are beautiful." They whispered sincerely as they gazed into her eyes before kissing her tenderly, the butterflies going wild in her stomach as they kissed her before they pulled away completely and stood up. "Is this your bathroom?" They questioned as Wanda nodded, watching as they disappeared through the door and started to run her a bath just as a text came through her phone.

Nat: Sounds like they knew what they were doing. Send them over my way next.

Wanda: Fuck you Nat. They're mine.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

[szasfuckingwife]

SELFISH

HOBIE BROWN X BLACK CAT!READER

WARNINGS: smut, black cat is white in comics but there’s no mention of race here, black reader in mind tho, british slang, gwen stacy is mentioned but it’s the gwen in hobies earth NOT ghost spider gwen , royal family existence

a/n: wrote this for my black british ppl dem, hobies existence kinda made me proud. i put some british slang/phrases here n there. also, black cat is an underrated love interest i wish they put her in a movie.

It’s midnight, what better time to steal the crown jewels? Yes, it’s heavily guarded and there’s a slim chance you’ll even make it out alive but you needed them more than some overrated family. They don’t even belong to the royals, right?

You navigate through the tower of London, looking for something worthy of taking and risking your life for. Last time, you took (what was apparently) Queen Victoria’s robe and one of those fancy looking crowns. This is light work to you, but since you know the guards will be changing shifts in fifteen minutes, all you want to do is get the big one and leave.

Oh, what’s the big one you ask? St Edwards crown.

Yes, it’s not entirely ethical, robbing something from the most notorious robbers in history but it’s better off them and in someone elses hands, you figure.

Someone reliable, honest and responsible like you

Plus, your not greedy, the charity organisations were frequently shocked when ‘Anonymous’ donated $1,000,000 every month or so.

When you come face to face with with St Edwards Crown, your eyes widen behind your black goggles in amusement. The diamonds looked so…big.

After you fawned over the gleam of all the rubies and diamonds, you took out your laser and, carefully, cut a circle into the glass. Slowly, and gently, you pulled the cut glass away from the rest of the box.

Once your gloved hands touched the crown, you felt an odd chill in your spine.

“Oh, don’t mind me, love, just enjoying the show..” That familiar voice causes a smirk to appear on your face. When you turn around, you see that same patriotic red and blue covered by silver spikes. He’s leaning on the wall, arms crossed. You wonder how long he’s been standing there.

Or if he even cares that you’re stealing from his beloved monarchy.

“Spidey, strange to see you here…” You smirk before quickly replacing the real crown with a replica so no weight detectors could go off. Hobie smirked behind his spiked mask, “Strange to see me ‘ere? In my city?”

You loudly roll your eyes, putting your new souvenir in your bag. “Y’know what I mean. Did you see what I got this time?”

“The big one…Look at you! A year ago you were robbing the richest men in Dubai..” He chuckled as you smiled at his compliment. His heavy boots almost scare you when he walks up to you, he could alarm a guard.

Not wanting to cause a breach in security, you took out your grappler and shot up to the ceiling, “I’d love to stay with you, Bee, but a new apartment is calling my name!”

Bee. He smiled at the nickname as he remembered the many times you’d say it.

He stares at your every move, and how every one of your movements makes your body look so damn sexy. Your latex black suit giving you that perfect silhouette, not to mention the fluffy white fur on your calf and chest that ultimately made you look regal.

“For fuck sake..” He sighed. He remember what Miguel commanded.

‘Stop being an anarchist or whatever you call yourself and actually try capture the bad guys!’

Suddenly, five bright flashes shone into Hobies eyes, blinding the man as security guards rushed into the room. They had their tasers in one hand and flashlights in the other, analysing the room and the shattered glass from the glass roof. All Hobie could do in response was kiss his teeth.

“Took you lot long enough…” He raised his hands, surrendering as if he was trying to make them think that they had control.

They stepped closer to him, “What are you doin ‘ere, Spider?”

Hobie groaned again. The fact that this was the useless security the stupid government spent so much on made him sick, “Tryna catch the cat that’s been stealing shit from all around the world, you donut!”

One of the security guards looked at the missing artefacts and looked back at Hobie.

Hobie scoffed, “I knew you man were racist, but you’re really gonna accuse a black man for stealing these fucking jewels that don’t even belong to that bloke in the castle?!”

The security men didn’t know what to think, looking at each other to answer spiderman. They didn’t even know spiderman was black! “N-No! I would never-”

“Shut up, just shut up.” Under his mask, Hobie smirked. He webbed up to the ceiling, leaving the security guards gobsmacked. “If I ever see you again, it’s wraps, understand?”

They all nod.

“Wasteman…” he muttered, before chasing after you.

You ran along London rooftops, your movements a little slow due to the heaviness of your bag. This stealing shit was tiring, you hoped once you sold the jewels, you’d be able to live comfortably for the rest of your life.

After a few more leaps, you rested on the top of the shard, overlooking London and it’s nightlife. From here, you could see Leicester square and almost smell the food. You sighed, taking in the city.

Dreams of getting rich might’ve blinded your vision, but the rush feels exhilarating.

“You dropped this..” You turn around seeing Hobie, without his mask. He held a shiny ruby in between his fingers. “Come get it, kitty.”

You rolled your eyes at his banter and stood, walking towards him. As much as you tried to get him out of your head, his smile alone sent thousands of butterflies to your stomach. “Why are you following me so much, hm? Thought your big bad boss made it clear there’s a Gwen Stacy here that you have to be with-”

“And when have I ever listened to him?” He steps closer, placing the ruby in your hand. You watched him as he carefully removed your mask from your face, finally seeing your face.

You recall the time when he told you about this Gwen Stacy and how Miguel clearly expressed his disappointment that someone as smart as Hobie would ruin the multiverse due to his selfishness and some ‘petty thief’. As much as you understood all this about canon events and the multiverses, you loved Hobie too much to let him go to that fashion designer, Gwen Stacy.

However, after a lot of thinking, you decided it was best if you left him, not wanting him to face any problems with Miguel.

But, you miss him. You miss the smell of his cigarettes, the sound of his guitar, the feel of his naked skin pressed against yours.

It was for the best.

“Hobie, go away.” You try to snatch your back from him but he moved his arm above your head. His smile deepens as you cross your arms, looking up at you.

God, he missed you.

“Me and Gwen? It’s like watching paint dry. It’s boring. And most importantly, she’s not you!” His callous hands stroke your cheek, has he ever been this soft? “All I want is you.”

“You can’t have me. Miguel will have your head-” “Let him have it!” Hobie exclaims, as if that is a reasonable answer. You curse under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Hobie chuckles slightly because he knows you, and he knows his love for you. But when he sees you look at him sternly, all smiles stop.

“Why can’t you just understand that I want you to be safe, fuckin idiot..” You sigh. Hobie sighs too, but out of frustration. The two of you were like immovable object meets unstoppable force. Both as stubborn as each other.

He grabs your face and rests his forehead against yours. You cringe slightly at the feeling of his eyebrow piercing but look into his eyes anyway, “Fuck Miguel. I’m safe with you, I want you.”

Bastard, you thought before planting a kiss on his lips. He held you tightly, gripping onto your hip before deepening the kiss. Hobie’s kisses are something you’ve missed, especially the horny, sloppy kisses like the one you share now.

His hands search for a zip or any easy way to undress you as remove his punkish denim jacket. The feeling of you two undressing each other whilst standing on top of a tower is inexplicable. All you want right now is him, all of him.

He finally finds the zip to your suit and he marvels at the reveal of your chest, it almost makes him stain his trousers. It also didn’t help that you were wearing only your panties underneath.

Hobie would pay thousands, millions if he could see you dressed in nothing but the many jewellery you stole.

You’re just so badass.

“Lay…down..” He whispered in between kisses. You did as he said and lowered yourself to the floor. You stay mindful of your bag of opulence, trying not to knock it off the tower and bash someones head in.

He follows you down, not breaking his steamy kiss. By now, you both are half naked, staring at each other with nothing but pure ecstasy. “Ya gonna let me make you feel good?”

Whilst Hobie males you feel oh so good, you decide it’s time to make him feel just as good. You flip him over and straddle his crotch, staring down at your ex.

No, your boyfriend.

Hobie was already hard just by looking at you, but you grinding on his lap and leaving wet kisses on his torso may send him to a whole different dimension.

You let your fingers travel until you find the hem of his boxers, batting your lashes at him when you pull them down.

Now, Hobie was huge, you know this, but after months of your short lived ‘break up’ you truly forgot how big he felt inside you.

“F-fuckin hell..”, He groans, you figure he must’ve forgotten how good your gummy walls feel when he thrusts up into you. You instantly feel his hands grip onto your hips, rocking you back n’ forth while he feels you nipping at his ear. “Fuck sake, Y/N.”

After a few small movements, you begin to ride him. Your ass bounces off his pelvis as you moan in satisfaction. Hobie looks at you as if you were an angel, but then he sees your claws scratching his chest and he realises you are anything but.

“I missed this..”, You breathed, trying to uphold your dominant side. But it felt too good. “I missed you..”

You’re achingly close to your orgasm just when Hobie flips you around on your back. He looks beautiful with the stars behind him. “Missed you too, kitty.”

Wet, breathless kisses are left on your breasts as if Hobie wants to take you all in just incase something happens. You feel his cock slide inside you again as he whispers into your ear, “You’re so fuckin tight.”

His thrusts speed up as he builds up that sensation again, he wants to decorate your insides with his cum and there’s nothing you want more but for him to do so.

If anyone walked onto the roof and saw the sight of Spiderman fucking the Black Cat so roughly, they’d either faint or run to the newspaper agencies, claiming insanities. But, you wouldn’t mind if someone caught the two of you.

I mean, by the way you’re moaning, you must want someone to find you.

“I’m gonna…cum..” You mewled, gripping onto Hobie’s arms He closed your open mouth with a kiss, letting your moans fall onto his tongue. “Hobiee…fuck!”

“Wait f’ me…I’m so close, babe!” He nipped at your neck as you moaned for the whole city to hear. “Fuckin shit!”

With one more thrust, both of you shook as you climaxed, Hobie kissing your forehead repeatedly. The moans were gone, and replaced with panting. You quickly found your panties and suit and dressed yourself.

You heard Hobie whistle, then chuckle, “Got to do that more often, love.”

“We can after we take this to your place. I’m fuckin freezing, I need hot chocolate!”

“The way I make it?”

You look at his cocky smile, “Duh?”

BONUS:

The next morning, you find yourself clad in Hobie’s Sex Pistol tee, sipping hot chocolate opposite Hobie who’s leaning in his chair, tickling his guitar strings.

“What are your plans for today?” You ask, resting your head on your hand.

“Nuffin..” He sighs as he concocts a new melody with his instrument. “You?”

“Nuffin..”, You sip your drink once more and stare off to the distance.

There is a gentle moment of silence before a blue hexagon appears in Hobie’s living room. You look at Hobie in confusion, why would his spider society choose to come this early?

From the portal, Gwen and a brown haired man holding a ginger haired baby walk in. You’ve met Gwen a couple of time but not the middle aged man.

“Hobie, we need your help with this spiderman called Miles- WOAH!” The man spoke before notcing you, someone he’s never seen before, in Hobies apartment, in Hobies shirts.

“Uhhh…Hobie, there’s somebody in your-” “Peter..” Hobie began, before taking the baby from Peter.

“That ain’t somebody..” He gave you the baby in his hands.

The cute baby looked up at you curiously as you smiled down at her.

“That’s my gyal.”

#spiderman across the spider verse spoilers #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown x reader #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #hobie smut #astv hobie #black cat #so glad we have this black british representation

[fullsunstrawberry]

nct dream reaction: having a wet dream about you

warnings: suggestive but doesn’t go into too much detail

{nct dream masterlist}

a/n: this as been stuck in my drafts for way to long… not one of my best :( but i still wanted to post it

permanent taglist: @vvsmydiamonds127 @erin-calling

mark:

would not look you in the eyes

he practically goes missing

he just feels so guilty

you’re good friends with all the guys and he doesn’t want you to think of him any different

you have to bribe johnny to tell you where mark is

he told you locked himself in his room

but before you can go confront mark

johnny tells you to wear something sexy with a wink

this confused you even more!!! wtf is going on

you listened to johnny and wore a low cut shirt

you barged in his room already complaining about how he was ignoring you and how much it hurt for him to avoid you

“are you even paying attention?”

when he didn’t respond, you noticed he was paying a little too much attention…not to what you were saying but to your chest

you were getting a little annoyed but weirdly turned on

“take a picture, it will last longer”

“for real, can i?”

renjun:

this boy would be STRESSING OUT

he knows you’re cute

but he never looked at you in a sexual way

so why is his dreams messing with him

the next time he would see you, unlike mark, he would watch your every move

he wouldn’t shy away from you, until you try to make any sort of physical touch

then he would freak out

you noticed how weird he was acting so you suggested having a little drink

just to loosen up a little bit

well a little bit turned into a lot a bit

he ended up telling you about the dream and you pushed him for more details

“ you think we can recreate it?”

jeno:

he would feel so guilty

when he woke up from a dream about you

he would feel disgusted at himself

not because he didn’t like it… but because he liked it a little too much

the whole day he would be grouchy

until the guys kept texting you and asking you what’s wrong with jeno

so you decided to head to the dorms to figure out what’s wrong

but he was the same jeno you always see, smiley and cuddly

it wasn’t until you guys were cuddling you noticed he was starting to get hard

“jeno, are you okay?”

“fuck, i’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable” he groaned while trying to separate himself from you

when you pulled him back he was shocked

“i never said i was uncomfortable”

haechan:

you would think he would stop flirting with you..

but his flirting wouldn’t stop

usually when you would flirt back he would tease you

but now when you flirt back he blushes

then he goes silent

you would know something is up because THIS BOY NEVER STOPS TALKING TO YOU

when you confront him, he would make so many excuses

he has practice and can’t talk

hes too busy stuffing his face with food

he’s in the middle of a game

you have to corner him and border-line threaten him to tell you what’s wrong

when he wouldn’t look at you in the eyes and kept saying stuff about dreams is when it hit you

“did you have a wet dream about me or something?”

“WHAT NO WHY WOULD I HAVE A WET—“

you cut him off “aw that’s to bad” and winked at him while slowly moving away from him

“Wait! um what if i did?”

jaemin:

saw this coming

you two always flirt

EVERY SINGLE DAY

he basically expected you to show up in his dreams

but he wasn’t going to outright tell you!

the only person who knew about jaemin’s little secret was jeno

and jeno was TIRED

so in a game of never have i ever, jeno pulled out the big guns

“never have i ever had a wet dream about one of my friends”

you and jaemin made eye contact before you both took a sip of your drinks

jeno laughed and went to his own room, his job here was done

“was it about me?” you asked

“of course, who else would it be about”

chenle:

this boy is done with life

the first time you sleep over his house

he has a wet dream about you

what is he? a prepubescent boy?

when he heard you calling his name and felt your hands shaking him

a little too real to be dreaming

he shot up and hoped that he didn’t say anything in his sleep

when he got a good look at your face he felt relieved

you looked worried and not disgusted

he was about to come up with a lie before you started laughing at him

“did you have a good dream? it sure sounded like you did”

chenle always has some smart ass response but right now he was left speechless

“you know i can help you?”

Jisung:

you two are close, like VERY CLOSE

best friends who share everything with each other

so when he had a wet dream about you

he simply ask you if you had ever had a weird dream with him

you didn’t really know why he was asking this until you saw how he was blushing

so you pushed him to tell you more about the dream he had about you

when he finally broke and told you he had a wet dream about you, you laughed

you didn’t get the big deal because you can’t really control what happens in your dreams

but when you say how jisung was blushing and how he was starting to get hard, you decided to take things to the next level

you always found jisung extremely hot

“do you wanna make your dream a reality?”

#nct dream #nct dream x reader #chenle #haechan #jaemin #renjun #jeno #mark #nct dream fluff #nct dream smut #nct dream reactions #nct dream smut reactions #nct dream hard hours

[slutboybarbie]

Are you ever gonna write more about Chase Davenport? Its ok if you don't, I just love how you write for him <3

Hi sorry it took me so long !! Hopefully you like this one<3

Jealousy

Chase Davenport x Reader

18+

Warning/summary: dom chase, secret relationship, dumbification

~~~

Having Chase as your boyfriend and dom was amazing. He took care of you, made sure you were always happy, always knew what you needed, and made sure you were okay with everything the two of you did together.

His only "problem"- it wasn't even a problem, you loved it about him- is that he gets jealous. Pure, unbridled anger that arose in his chest at the sight of what he thinks is you with another.

So you, a person with a very flirty personality, plus a whole house full of sexy ass heroes? Not ideal.

For Chase at least.

He'd insisted on keeping your relationship private, not wanting to put too much pressure on the two of you. Even with your sneaking around, some of the team already knew.

Leo, Bree, and Sebastian(who'd been staying with y'all for a while now) were bionic humans and downright nosey for gods sake, not too much got by them, and Adam, poor Adam, just needs to learn how to knock before entering a room.

They'd cornered him one morning in the kitchen, commenting on the fresh hickey you'd just planted on his neck the night before.

"Oh my- Chase Davenport, is that a hickey?", Leo said, hand on his chest and imitating a voice that sounded a lot like Tasha.

Chase froze for a sec, his cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink, before deciding to not respond, and keep on making his coffee.

"Jesus Christ, we're gonna have to start calling Y/N the human vacuum. Look at the size of that thing!", Bree had laughed out, causing the others to join in.

Chase froze for the second time that day, coffee mug still in hand and turned around to look at his friends like a deer caught in headlights, "You know?!"

They all just laughed more at his facial expression before he turned to Adam, "You. I knew you knew already. You told them?"

Adam's hands quickly came up in defense, "Don't look at me, I had no idea they knew."

Chase hated the fact that they knew because the once harmless flirting was now purposeful. You were unaware of the extra cheekiness but Chase definitely wasn't.

The way Leo would make sure to refer to you as "Doll" whenever speaking to you, causing you to giggle, the way Sebastian would sensually guide you through your training, a few more touches to the arms and hips than usual, Bree taking any chance she could to cuddle up with you in the common room, and Adam was unaware of the whole thing.

They loved seeing the interaction between the two of you as you tried to figure out what was wrong with your boyfriend, his jaw clenched and face a light red color.

Chase let it go, deciding that some flirting wasn't hurting anyone, and he knew it wasn't serious.

That didn't last long.

It happened at one of Davenport's parties. You'd only had two drinks but that's all you needed to gain some liquid courage, going out to the dance floor.

You were feeling a bit loose, dancing with your friends. When the song changed from up tempo, to something a bit more slow and sensual, so did your dancing.

You were currently in between Leo and Sebastian, neither of them touching you in respect for their friend and your boyfriend, but that was as clean as it got.

Chase watched from afar as you rolled your body in between the two men, as if you weren't taken. He knew he couldn't openly say anything, in fear of someone noticing.

But the more he watched, the less amount of fucks he gave. Setting his drink down from the bar, Chase rudely abandoned a one sided conversation some lady was having with him, lying to her when he said "I'll be right back."

He stormed onto the dance area, stepping in between you and his friends. Grabbing your arm he flashes Leo and Seb a fake smile, "Mind if I borrow Y/N real quick?", not even giving them a chance to respond, he drags you out of the room.

"Chase! What're you doing, I was having fun!", you stop in the middle of the hall, upset that he took you away.

The man in question allows you to stop, knowing he could just pull you along if he wanted to, but decided against it.

"I didn't know acting like a slut in public was considered 'fun' nowadays.", he says with a glare.

Fed up with his attitude, you respond, "Yeah well, things have changed. It's called the 21st century, gramps."

You're quickly pushed against the wall in the hallway, where anyone could come and see you. Chase separates your legs with his knee, placing it on your core, his hand finding it's place on your neck.

"Y'know, I was gonna wait until we got to the room to fuck some sense into you, but maybe I should just do it right here. I bet you'd like that. For everyone to be able to see how much a whore you are."

You whine at his words, trying to grind down onto his thigh.

"I fuckin' knew it.", he laughs darkly, releasing your neck and stepping away from you, causing you to stumble from the wall. "Too bad I don't like sharing."

He makes his way to the elevator, leaving you to mindlessly trail behind him like a very horny puppy.

You thought for sure he'd make a move on you in the elevator, the short amount of privacy enough time for him to have you up against a wall, wet and begging, but he did nothing.

The elevator door opened and you wordlessly followed him to his room, he allowed you to walk in first, not even attempting to swat at your ass like he usually does.

Walking into the room, you turn when you hear the door close, fearful of your boyfriends sudden quietness. "Baby-"

"Quiet.", he cuts you off.

"But-"

"Sweetheart if I have to repeat myself, the night will be much worse for you than I already have planned."

His low tone and threatening words convince you to obey him, watching as he stops at your dresser, loosening his tie.

You have no choice but to stand there as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly, practically teasing you. His toned abs peek through and you feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight. Chase looks up and a dark chuckle escapes his mouth at the look on your face.

"See something you like?"

It's a rhetorical question because he knows how much you love his body, and he knows it's killing you to not touch him right now.

He strips down to his boxers, the room completely silent except for the pounding of your heartbeat. Chase walks over to the bed, getting himself comfortable with his hands behind his head, propping him up.

"Your turn." He tells you.

You quickly began to undress, and Chase tsks, "Slower. I want a show."

Obeying him you start to go a bit slower, feeling small under his intense stare.

Once you're completely stripped, he signals for you to come to him on the bed.

~~~

"Cmon baby, don't go dumb on me just yet."

Chase's request falls on deaf ears with you too focused on your impending orgasm. You'd lost count of how many you'd given him tonight, your brain too clouded to keep count of anything at the moment.

"Ohh, you're already there hm?"

Your partner uses his big hands, cradling your neck and face to get your attention on him. His hips continue to slap into yours, jolting you with every thrust.

He has your feet by your ears, body pressed to yours so closely that it's nearly intoxicating.

"Just can't help yourself, can you?", Chase taunted. He ghosts his lips over yours, teasing you even further.

You mumble out a "please" when he does it again, and Chase gives in.

He applies more pressure to your throat when he deepens the kiss, causing you to clench around him. He moans into your mouth, a whimper-like groan escaping him.

"You're mine, y'know that?" He asks and you nod.

“Yeah? But you don’t act like it.” Chase says bitterly

He’s referring to your little dance and you can tell just how mad it made him with the way his thrusts pick up.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.” You plead with him.

“Aww now that’s sweet.” He chuckles out.

“I am!” You insure. “But, I can’t cum again. I just can’t.” You knew your safe words. If you truly wanted him to stop, he would.

“Maybe if you were good, I’d be more sympathetic but since you weren’t, I’m not stopping.”

#chase davenport x reader #chase davenport smut #mad chase davenport #chase davenport imagines #chase davenport fanfiction #chase davenport #lab rats elite force fanfiction #lab rats elite force #lab rats fanfiction #lab rats #lab rats smut #dom chase davenport #dom chase

[pumpk1n-writes]

Tell Me About The Dark Places You Hide ~ Part Six

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in. {ft. Mentions of murder; language; stalking; mentions of the stuff in part four; Billy being an idiot and Stu being an even bigger idiot}

Part Five; | Part Seven || Word Count ~ 1.1K words

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A/N ~ So so so sorry this one took so long!! I’ve been super busy with theater and Easter and everything!!! Also, more Stu (and Stuilly) in the coming chapters!

You set the last plate on the table and checked the time. The clock showed that it was just after ten in the evening, and you smiled to yourself. Soon. You knew with absolute certainty that as soon as Billy told Stu of your. . . encounter, he would drag the brunette out here in the middle of the night to “investigate” the newest member of their little team.

Your phone rung, and you hurried over to it, picking up and looking out the window for a glimpse of the Ghostface mask. “Hello?”

The familiar voice changer spoke into your ear, except the inflection and even the voice under it was slightly different. “Are you alone in the house?”

“Yep!” You responded cheerily, confusing Stu. This wasn’t the dark, sexy lady that Billy had described you as. “And Stu?”

“Huh?” He moved the phone away from his ear, glaring at Billy’s ‘I told you so’ look.

“You should leave Billy to the calling, you’re kind of obvious.”

That one caught Billy off guard too this time. Stu began to speak, but you cut him off before he could get more than a few words out. “Hurry! I left the back door unlocked, dinner’s getting cold.”

Stu shot Billy a look, who just shrugged. The extent of your strangeness was unknown to both of the boys. Slowly, they crept out of their bush and stalked over the scantly covered lawn up to your window. They watched the dining room for a few moments, waiting for you to reappear from wherever you’d gone.

Inside the house, you slipped a knife up the concealed sheath in your sleeve and a smaller blade into your boot. You looked over yourself in the bathroom mirror, inspecting your body for any lumps or odd angles that would reveal your weaponry. You slid two more knives in various other hidden pockets before looking over yourself one more time and stepping out of the bathroom. You saw the reflection of Billy and Stu’s faces in the window and chuckled to yourself, pretending to not notice them and dishing out food.

The boys peered through the window for a few moments, watching you dish out a combination of mashed potatoes and Salisbury steak. Soon enough, Stu stood up, dragging Billy along with him.

“I’m starving, let’s go introduce ourselves!” Stu said happily.

Billy glowered at the taller boy. “I’m staying out here. You go stuff yourself.”

Stu winked. “Hopefully I’m not the only one getting stuffed.”

Billy hit him and moved towards the back door. “Please refrain from saying anything like that in there, you creep.”

“Don’t deny you love me, Bill-Bill.”

Billy grumbled something under his breath and opened the door, stepping through the threshold. He shivered at the memories that flooded through his mind. The memory of his own whimpers filled his ears and he avoided your gaze, wishing he’d brought his costume like Stu had. He’d feel so much confident about this meeting if he was behind the mask.

“You guys finally came in!” Your sweet, honeyed voice rang out and Billy looked around frantically for you. Stu’s startled yelp caused him to whip around, only to see Stu’s bewildered face staring back at him — without the mask. It lay on the ground, in the exact same place as Billy’s was discarded last night.

You shepherded both the boys to the table, in front of plates of heaping food. “Come on now, Stu! Hasn’t anyone taught you any manners?” Stu didn’t miss the familiar look in your eyes that anyone else would miss. Any sanity you had was safely locked up in the back of your mind.

“Who are you?” Billy asked, still staying a comfortable distance away from you. From the glance he shot Stu, he saw the lack of. . . anything in your eyes.

“Valerie Leers,” you held your hand out in an almost rhetorical sense. Billy and Stu sat down uncomfortably, glancing at each other. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Yeah,” Billy said, quietly agreeing. “You too.”

You hummed knowingly, winking at the flustered boy. “So! First things first,” you took a bite and everything was silent for a moment as you chewed. “Do you have any weapons?”

Stu was quick to shake his head, and you rose a disapproving eyebrow. You held your hand out expectantly and the blonde boy shook his head again. You stood up and moved gracefully and soundlessly around the table.

Stu wasn’t even able to process the fact that you were right next to him before you seized his arm and pulled the knife out of his sleeve. “Mhm.” You hummed happily and set the knife on the table, taunting both of them. Something about the way you handled the blade with such grace and familiarity clued them in on the fact that this wasn’t the first time you’d held something that deadly.

“So!” You clapped your hands together. “I want into this thing, but I need to know the plan and how I’m going to fit into it.”

Both the boys stared at you blankly. For a long, long moment, nobody said a thing. Then you spoke up again, fake exasperation drawn over your features. “What’s the plan?” You rolled your eyes when nobody spoke once again. You held a hand over your heart, “Do you not trust me? You wound me.”

Stu tentatively shook his head, stopping abruptly when Billy kicked him under the table. You smiled at the glare Billy shot you. “No. We don’t fucking trust you. You can’t just waltz into our lives, expose us, and expect us to spill our guts to you.”

With lightning speed, you snatched the knife off the table and held it to Billy’s stomach. “If that’s what you want. I’ll spill your fucking guts right now. Maybe that’ll make you trust me?”

Stu stood quickly, his chair toppling behind him. You slipped the concealed knife out from under your sleeve and, without looking, held it to his throat. “Neither of you move or I’ll gut both of you and leave.”

You turned to Stu. “After all, as you so eloquently put the other day, no one would suspect a girl.”

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[tatsumessy]

Love at first sight - (rin itoshi)

Nagi: come to the game you won’t regret it, and afterwards you can meet the team

you: fine, don’t expect me to like it.

Nagi, your childhood bestfriend (since birth) who you were friends with before Reo. Which was weird, Nagi is a lazy successful bastard who started taking orders from a rich kid who wanted to go against his parents wishes. They became best friends and after they left for blue lock and came back Nagi was different. More determined, independent, he wanted to do things for himself. Because you two are so close you considered each other like brother and sister what helped more was that both of your parents were bestfriend so you basically were siblings.

Once he became a famous soccer player for the national team you stuck to being a business owner. You ran a flower company with my franchises around the country soon hoping to expand further.

Getting ready for the game you didn’t want to seem like one of Nagi’s fan girls and wear his jersey so you opted to wear a long ankle length fitted skirt with a long sleeve crop top pairing it with light green sneakers. It wasn’t a normal outfit anyone would wear to a soccer game but this wasn’t your style so you just wore what you’d wear on a normal work day.

~

With your bag hanging off your arm and shades in place you watched Nagi and his team win the game with ease which didn’t surprise you. Every morning while setting up for the day you would read all the news headlines and they never seemed to stay out of the spot light with their amazing talent. Especially one player. Itoshi Rin. He was an all star who shine remarkably amongst his team of also remarkable players.

Standing up you were starting to walk down the steps leading to the main platform before heading down the tunnel when your phone buzzed twice.

Nagi: come to the team tunnel

Nagi: instead of taking a right, take a left. Simple enough for you to find.

Mentally cursing yourself you forgot that he wanted to meet so you did what he said and the first room you found you knocked on it, waiting for your lazy brother to step out but instead it was his teammate. Itoshi Rin.

Man was he good looking, the small beads of sweat dripping down his forehead all the way to his chin. His messy damp hair due to the sweat glued to his forehead while his teal eyes stared at your figure waiting for you to speak. “Do I need to call security?” He spoke up and your face started to heat up, not only were you embarrassed but his voice was so smooth and sexy. It fit him to a T and you would openly admit that.

“I’m looking for my brother. Nagi Seishiro.” You spoke up keeping your gaze low, you didn’t want him to see the rising blush on your cheeks. The door suddenly slammed shut causing you to flinch making your sunglasses that were sitting on the top of your head fall onto your nose.

A few more minutes passed and you were going to walk away but then the door swung open and Nagi popped out with his whole team behind him. “Y/N!” Someone shouted from behind Nagi immediately engulfing you in a big hug. “Reo, good to see you.” You said awkwardly pushing him away once feeling his sweaty hair touch the side of your face.

“Guys this is Nagi’s sister, Y/n.” Reo introduced knowing Nagi wasn’t going too, you smiled waving your hand towards everyone. They all introduced themselves and as time passed you could feel someone staring at you. Looking to find the culprit you were met with those same real eyes that bore holes into you just thirty minutes ago.

“We were all going out to eat so celebrate the win, wanna come?” Nagi asked throwing his arm over your shoulder, you accepted and all of you walked out of the stadium going to separate cars. Nagi following you obviously because he hates driving knowing someone better can offer up to drive. What a lazy sob.

Arriving last to the restaurant there were only two seats left and Nagi took the one next to Isagi leaving the last seat next to Rin. “You don’t act like Nagi.” Rin spoke up grabbing your attention, you smiled at the familiar statement. “We’re not actually related. Bestfriends. But because our moms are really close and planned our births days apart we’re basically siblings.” You looked over at Nagi who seemed to be enjoying himself in the presence of his friends.

“I’ve never seen someone wear a skirt to a soccer game before.” He again spoke this time embarrassing you even more, “I-I’ve never been to a soccer game before. This was my first time, I didn’t know what to wear and I definitely wasn’t going to wear Nagi’s stupid uniform.” You responded stuffing a piece of bread in your mouth. “You could’ve worn mine.” He retaliated looking down at you.

Swallowing the piece quickly trying not to choke you covered your mouth trying to respond, “What? I wasn’t going to wear some random players jersey number.” “I’m not random anymore. So next time wear my number, it’ll be better soccer attire. Not that I’m complaining with what you’re wearing right now.” There it is. The way his eyes ran up and down your body and the way they looked into your eyes devouring what dignity you had.

Your have lit up once again for the third time in the time span of two hours because he said you looked good. Any guy could come up to you and tell you that you look good but when it comes from Rin why is it making your stomach do backflips? Why is he making you smile the way that you are.

The two of you talked for a little while about random things getting to know each other a little better when your phone started to ring. “Excuse me.” You spoke standing up and heading outside to take the call in private.

It was your assistant calling to transfer you to another phone call. This call was with a foreign investor who wanted to invest in your company, in order for this plan to be set in motion you need to travel to the states which wasn’t a big deal for you. “Right. I will see you tomorrow. Thank you.” Hanging up the phone you excitedly did a little victory run in place before heading back inside to grab your things.

Rin looked up at you curiosity filling him as you looked back at him figuring out what to say. You leaned down next to his ear and whispered, “Thank you for the company.” Without anyone noticing you placed a small kiss on his cheek and walked over to Nagi.

“I’m leaving. Go home with Reo.” You kissed the top of his head and left the restaurant mentally regretting not asking Rin for his number.

Unknown: Rude of you to leave without a proper goodbye.

You looked at your phone wondering who could be texting you especially with such a cryptic message like that.

You: Who is this?

Unknown: Rin Itoshi.

Dropping your phone on your bed you stared at the message wondering how he got your number in the first place while also trying to figure out what you were going to say back to him.

Your heart was pounding against your rib cage as you picked up your phone fingers froze over the keypad waiting for your mind to give you the right words to say.

You: What we’re you expecting?

Rin: Idk a kiss maybe 🤔

You: So a kiss on the cheek wasn’t enough?

Rin: It was pretty lukewarm.

You laughed at his comment quickly replying back then throwing your phone on the night stand and pulling your laptop back on your lap to continue working.

~

“Building a faction in the states is a lot of work Nagi. What do you expect me to do, drop everything because my whiny brother misses me?” You spoke standing in the mirro while holding the phone up to your ear so that you could look to see if you looked okay. “It’s been four years Y/n. You gave me a shitty goodbye and you still haven’t come back.” He whined again for the fifth time over the phone. You laughed walking over to the bed to sit down so that you could strap on your heels. “Trust me, after the ribbon cutting and signing event tonight I’ll be coming home last next week. Don’t you have a game? Focus on that.” You responded picking up your binder alongside your bag with your keys.

You finally ended the call with Nagi turning to be met with the half naked figure lying in your hotel bed. Grabbing the pillow you threw it at his face causing him to sit up slightly annoyed. “I’m pressing charges.” He spoke forcing an exaggerated laugh to fall from your chapped lips. “You.” Pointing your finger in his direction, “Go home. Just like I told that punk over the phone. You have a game.” Rin rolled his eyes sitting up slowly while stretching his arms to wake himself up.

“Where are you going?” He asked watching you move around the room to make sure you had everything, “Meetings all day. I’m not joking, by the time I come back you better be gone.” He gave you an annoyed sigh as he sat the staring down at the sheets waiting for a sign telling him to get out the bed and start packing his stuff. Before leaving you walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek ready to leave then but he stopped you.

“Remember last time you left with just giving me a kiss on the cheek?” He said stopping you again in your tracks, “yeah I ended up in a long term relationship. What’s next marriage?” “Maybe.” You laughed and gave him a quick kiss and the lips and left the room locking it behind you.

After a couple weeks of you being gone Rin randomly texted you out of no where and openly pursued you. Even though on tv or whatever it never looked like something he would do but it most definitely is. He straight up told you during a phone call one night that the moment he laid eyes on you and you lack of soccer attire he was hooked.

After a year of just texting and calling with occasional facetimes he decided that he needed to see you. He showed up at your hotel and the two of you spend the most romantic and amazing night together, end ended with his asking you to be his girlfriend and you obviously accepted.

You had awesome staff back in Japan so you never needed a reason to go back especially because your boyfriend was so willing to come and see you anytime he felt like it. Next thing you know four years have gone by and the hard work you had put into this project is finally complete in five different states.

It was finally time for you to come home and the day you were coming back there was a game going on and Rin made sure that whenever you came back you had a jersey to wear. His jersey, like his actual game jersey. You paired it with some jeans and some matching Jordan’s actuall somewhere fitting soccer attire.

The moment you sat down in the seat with your assistant sitting next to you the players walked out and as you were admiring your boyfriend from afar, he suddenly wasn’t so far and was standing right infront of you. Well not infront but right on the field in your general direction, he beckoned for you with his eyes and you obliged standing up and walked over with your arms folded across your chest due to the cool windy air blowing on you.

You stood behind the railing waiting for him to speak but instead he jumped up hoisting himself up to where he was face to face with you then planted a long gentle kiss right on your lips. Everyone in the crowd gasped and screamed in shock, joy, excitement, whatever emotion high intense soccer fans have whenever a cold hearted player like Rin Itoshi kisses some random girl infront of thousands.

He pulls away and jumps down shouting something while running away, “Thanks for my good luck kiss.” You started walking back to your seat trying to ignore the glaring stares of the people behind you. “You’re dating THE ITOSHI RIN???” Your assistant asked covering her mouth out of excitement. Letting out a huge sigh you rolled your eyes and crossed one leg over the other while crossing your arms and straightening your back. “Sadly.” You stared at the field watching the players warm up ready for the game as your face heated up in excitement.

The game obviously ended with their team winning and as you and your assistant stood up walking down the tunnel towards the exit you heard someone calling your name but chose to ignore it because it would be weird for someone to be calling your name at a soccer game. You had kept walking scrolling through your phone stopping when you noticed an article with a picture of Rin kissing you.

“Ms. L/N, there’s someone calling for you.” You hummed at her statement briefly scanning the article some more. Your steps started moving forward once again until you were forcefully grabbed by your waist being flushed against someone’s chest. “I hate when you ignore me.” Rin spoke wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Rinnie, sorry. I was looking at something.” You smiled putting your phone in your tote bag, he glanced right at said bag but chose to ignore it. “I didn’t know you were coming back today. Did it slip your mind to tell me?” He spoke walking beside you and your assistant towards the exit, “Y/N!!” You flinched hearing the oh so familiar voice call your name. Nagi walked over pulling you into a tight hug smiling brightly at your presence.

“You came back.” “I told you I was coming back.” He scoffed pulling you towards the exit leaving your boyfriend and assistant behind. “Nagi, my assistant and Rin. We’re leaving them behind.” “See, when did that start?” You looked at him confused knowing damn well you knew what he was talking about. “When did you and mr. lukewarm back there start dating? When did my sister start dating, that is so unlike you.” The both of you laughed finally getting out of the humid tunnel, the both of you walked over to your car laughing and joking around about the thought of you dating.

“You know the first night we met, at your game. I gave him a kiss on the cheek right before I left. That was the first time I ever showed interest in someone like more than just, a petty crush. Then when he texted me, I just fell harder.” He leaned against the car watching you fidget with your finger on the verge of crying, you were talking about what you felt when Rin stepped into your life. “He tried. He pushed himself to me, he flew to the states even if it was just to spend one night with me. Four years ago I fell in love with Rin.”

Nagi smiled looking up behind you sighing, “Man what happened to the single duo. Your killing me kin.” He took the keys from your hand unlocking the car and getting in the passenger side with your assistant sitting in the backseat leaving you and Rin alone standing outside of the car. “You love me? That’s crazy.” He spoke using his hand to push some hair behind your ear, “what if I was telling Nagi I loved him, you were ease dropping too hard.” He rolled his eyes at your statement looking into the car noticing your assistant staring at the both of you while Nagi was playing a game on his phone.

“Come home with me, I’m trying to propose to you tonight but I can’t do that if you have to babysit your brother.” “It’s not a proposal if you tell me about it.” You laughed gently rubbing the back of his head giving him a much needed head massage. “Why would I keep secrets from you? I want to propose to you tonight and I want to spend it alone with YOU.” He emphasized letting you go for a quick second, his hand pulled on the door handle opening the drivers side door not for you but for himself.

“Nagi, Y/n is coming with me tonight, can you take her assistant home?” “Uh sure.” Nagi responded not looking up from him game. Rin shut the door and grabbed your hand to bring you to his car. You smiled pressing a kiss on his lips the closing the door behind yourself.

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[willalove75]

That last fic 😳 some jealous or possessive Rebecca pls ?

Absolutely!! Love me a little jealous Rebecca😉

Thanks so much for the request!💕

The last few months have been a whirlwind to say the least. What started out as a drunk make out session with Rebecca after a long night of celebrating a big win, quickly turned into you two casually hooking up a couple of times a week. It was great at first, no strings attached, sneaking around at work, you both subtly trying to turn the other one on during the day, the best sex you've had in a long time, it was damn near perfect. That was until you started to catch feelings and slowly wanted more.

You knew what the arrangement was between the two of you and you respected it, but you had this feeling that slowly began to eat away at you. Instead of looking at her as your hot fuck buddy, you slowly started finding the beauty in every thing she did; you were captivated by how her eyes sparkled when she laughed, how cute you found her crows feet in the corners of her eyes, how it took every ounce of self control in your body to not kiss the laugh lines around her gorgeous smile.

Once the feeling became too much you broke down and told her about how you really felt, how you didn't expect her to return the feelings because it's not what either of you signed up for. To no surprise, Rebecca said she enjoyed the arrangement the two of you had and had no desire to take it any further. It hurt hearing her say that, but you weren't surprised and respected her wishes and tried your best to keep things as they were. When your feelings for her only got stronger you decided you needed to take a break from it and although she was disappointed, she understood and she seemed to respect you more for your honesty.

The two of you were able to stay civil, friends even. Of course there were a few brief moments of weakness on both of your parts and you had a stray hookup here, a one night stand there, but it never went further. Even when you weren't seeing each other, casually or otherwise, you both still flirted with each other once in awhile in the office or when you went out as a group or out to lunch with Keeley.

Usually you tried to attend as many Richmond games as possible, but tonight you weren't able to make it. When the match was over you get a phone call from Keeley.

"Y/n!!"

"Hey Keels!"

"We won! We're going out to celebrate, I'll be there to pick you up in 30 minutes!"

"Okay!" You say as you laugh. "I'll be ready when you get here!"

Guess you were going out tonight, which truthfully you were excited about since you feel like you haven't went out and had fun in a while. Combing through your closet you find a cute, borderline sexy dress and throw it on. After fixing your hair and makeup you look in the mirror and you're impressed with what you were able to throw together in such a short amount of time. In that moment you get a text from Keeley saying she's here and you grab your bag and jacket and head out the door.

"Damn you look hot!!" She says when you get in the car.

"Why thank you, you're not lookin' too bad yourself!"

"Rebecca is gonna drool when she sees you." Keeley says playfully.

"Oh stop, first of all, we're not even doing that anymore and secondly, it was supposed to be a secret!"

"You know you can't hide things like that from me, I'll always figure it out!"

You laugh at her boldness, even though she was right. Both you and Rebecca were doing a good job at keeping your relationship quiet but somehow Keeley picked up on it almost immediately. Even though she promised not to tell anyone, you're pretty sure she ended up telling Roy. Every time he saw you and Rebecca together, even if you were in a meeting with a bunch of other people he'd give the both of you a look. It bothered the shit out of you and he knew it, which is probably why he kept doing it.

Keeley pulls up to the club and you both get out of the car and head in. You can feel the bass of the music in your chest as you walk through the crowd of people to the VIP section the team was in. The team cheers when they see you and Keeley and you greet everyone. Out of the corner of your eye you see Rebecca walking over. She gives Keeley a hug and gives you a friendly hug. One of the players calls your name and you turn your attention to them but you can see Rebecca staring at you in your peripheral vision.

It's been a few weeks since you last got together; you so badly wanted to pull her into the bathroom and lock the door. Instead you decide to settle on grabbing a drink and a shot and see if you can find someone in the club to distract you for the night.

At the bar you down your shot and begin to sip on your drink, eyeing the crowd. Every so often your eyes land on Rebecca sitting on one of the couches behind the roped off VIP section, but you quickly divert your attention elsewhere.

~~~~~~

Sitting on the couch, Rebecca eyes you at the bar. She watches you take the shot the bartender handed you, her eyes travelling down your body.

"Wow she looks good in that dress." Rebecca thinks to herself as she admires you from afar. After you take the shot she sees you turning in her direction and she quickly looks away, not wanting you to catch her staring. Rebecca was the one who said she didn't want to take it further than friends with benefits, the last thing she wanted was for you to see her pining for you across the room.

As much as she would hate to admit it, Rebecca did miss you. She really began to enjoy your company and looked forward to seeing you in, and outside, of the office. Thinking back on it, Rebecca was the one who usually reached out to you first to meet up, or pulled you into a supply closet or empty room in the office for a quickie.

When you admitted your feelings for her, she got scared, she genuinely enjoyed where you two were and was afraid to ruin it. The last real relationship she was in was with Rupert and we all know how that ended. It's not that she didn't really like you, it was more so that she was afraid of getting hurt, or hurting you.

~~~~~~~

As you scan the crowd you look for a potential suitor for the night. It's not that you were looking to take someone home, you were really just looking for someone to have fun with before you went home, preferably alone. If something more to develop and you happened to not go home alone, well whatever was going to happen, you were gonna let it happen.

In the crowd you catch the gaze of a gorgeous pair of blue eyes, a handsome man, probably about your age if not a little older. Dark brown hair, a very short, well manicured beard and a jawline to die for. This man was good looking, probably exactly what you needed to get your mind off of Rebecca and to have a good time with. You flash him a smile and turn back to the bar, the ball was in his court.

Within a few minutes you notice someone walk up next to you at the bar. Making eye contact with the gorgeous blue eyes once more, you're pleased to see the handsome man you made eye contact with earlier.

"Hey." He says, his voice velvety and on the deeper end of the vocal range.

"Hey." You say, smiling back.

"I apologize if this is too forward, but, I couldn't help but notice you earlier. You're beautiful. May I buy you a drink?"

"A gentleman? In this club? Either I've hit the lottery or you have ulterior motives." You playfully reply.

He laughs at your joke and smiles at you.

"Is it such a crime to want to buy a beautiful woman another round of her probably way too sweet, fruity cocktail?"

"I would be very offended if this wasn't exactly what you described it as. But if you insist, who am I to deny a handsome man from buying me another drink?"

He laughs again and reaches out his hand.

"I'm James."

"Y/n." You say, shaking his hand.

"And what brings you here tonight y/n?"

"Just here with a few of my friends." You avoid telling him you're with the team, the last thing you want is to have to parade this guy around introducing him to his favorite players. "How about you?"

"I'm here celebrating my friends birthday, he insisted this is where he wanted to go. Normally a place like this isn't really my thing."

"Ah, and what usually is your thing?"

"Hanging out in the backyard with some friends, a good playlist, a bonfire and good alcohol."

You gently pinch his arm and he laughs. "What was that for?"

"Just making sure you're real and not a figment of my imagination."

~~~~~~

Rebecca looks back over at the bar and watches an incredibly handsome man make his way over to you. Intently staring as the two of you begin talking, she grips her glass a little tighter when she sees you flirting with him. Rebecca's heart begins to beat a little harder when she watches you bite your bottom lip as you look at him, as the two of you laugh. Her body stiffens when she watches you pinch his arm, no doubt making a flirtatious joke as you bat your eyelashes at him.

It took all of the energy she had, but she was finally able to peel her eyes away from the two of you and down her drink. After taking a deep breath she sets her glass down and heads over to the bar, convincing herself it was just to get another drink.

~~~~~~

The bartender puts down your drink that James bought you just as you finish the one you were sipping on.

"So, y/n, what do you do?"

"I'm in marketing. How about you?"

"Very cool, I just graduated from law school."

"Oh, very fancy."

"Yeah, I just got a job at my dads firm."

"Ah, there it is."

"What does that mean?" He asks, pretending to be offended.

"I'm just joking, that's very kind of your father to give such an inexperienced law school graduate a job at his fancy firm." You tease.

"That's fair." He laughs.

It surprises you how captivated you are by this man. His blue eyes sparkle in the lights, he has a beautiful smile, hell, everything about this man is beautiful. You gently bite your lower lip as you study the details of his face.

The conversation flowed so naturally between the two of you, you didn't even notice Rebecca was standing next to you until you heard her voice when she ordered a drink from the bartender. Without even realizing it, you turn towards her when you hear her voice and she looks over at you.

"Hey." You say with a smile.

"Hello, having fun?" She asks.

"I am, are you?"

"Mhm." She says as she nods.

James draws your attention back to him when you feel his hand on your arm.

"Would you do the honor of dancing with me, y/n?"

"I would love to."

He takes your hand and leads you out to the dance floor and you begin dancing with him. You watch his eyes as they travel up and down your body as you sway your hips to the music, they finally travel back up to meet yours and a light blush crosses his cheeks.

"I didn't mean to stare, you're just really beautiful."

"You're not too bad looking yourself, I think I can forgive you."

James twirls you and pulls you back so your back is against his chest. His hand slides down your waist and holds onto your hip as you both dance together, you sip on your drink and sway your hips, dropping down a little and coming back up. Looking over your shoulder you look into his eyes and smile and look away, the grip on your hip tightens.

"If this keeps going at this pace, I'm going to end up going home with his guy." You think to yourself.

~~~~~~

Rebecca watches as you turn back towards the incredibly handsome man and walk hand-in-hand with him to the dance floor. A knot in her stomach forms as she watches the two of you dance, she's so focused on watching you she didn't notice the bartender trying to get her attention.

"£13 ma'am."

"Oh, sorry. Here." She says, handing him her card. She takes a sip of her drink and signs the receipt and puts her card away and looks back over at you. Her stomach drops when she sees you two grinding, her stare intensifies when she watches you slowly drop low and sway your hips back up as you look at him over your shoulder. Rebecca looks over at the bartender.

"Two tequila shots please."

The bartender hands her the shots and she downs them back to back. After getting her card back she makes her way back to the VIP section and reclaims her seat on the couch. Of course she has a perfect view of the both of you, something she's not sure if she's happy or miserable about.

~~~~~~

James spins you around so you're face to face and you both dance for a few more songs, you finish your second drink and you both head back up to the bar and take a shot. At this point the alcohol is taking it's affect and you're feeling good. Not trashed, but you're definitely drunk and happy and all you seem to catch yourself doing is staring at James' lips as you gently bite yours.

"What are you looking at pretty girl?" He whispers in your ear.

"You." You say back, getting lost in his crystal blue eyes. "Fuck you have the prettiest eyes."

"What can I say, I have great genes."

"I'll say so."

James gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and his thumb travels down your jaw before coming to rest on your chin.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks as he looks into your eyes.

"I'd be offended if you didn't."

His hand slides to the back of your head and he pulls you in for a kiss. You're met with warm, soft lips, damn he was a good kisser. Feeling his tongue caressing your lip you part them inviting him in. Gently flicking his tongue across yours, you gently moan into this mouth and he deepens the kiss.

~~~~~~

Rebecca doesn't take notice of anything else around her except you and James. The knot in her stomach twists harder as she watches you two get closer and closer as you dance. Her eyes follow you to the bar as she watches you both take a shot, she sees the way you look at him and her body begins to heat with frustration. That's how you would look at her, she would give anything to be in his spot right now. A lump in her throat begins to develop when she watches him lean into your ear and whisper something. When he pulls you in to kiss you she freezes, not even realizing she dropped her drink, glass shattering everywhere. Before she knows what's happening, she's making her way over to you, she has no idea what she's going to say o do, but she can't stand there anymore and just watch you go home with anyone else but her.

~~~~~~~

James gently sucks on your bottom lip as your lips part, you gaze into his eyes as his hands cup your face.

"Damn, and you're a good kisser?"

"What can I say? I'm a talented guy."

You both laugh and you flirtatiously reply "oh I'm sure you are."

Just as he's about to respond you feel a hand on your arm, James drops his hands and you turn, surprised to see Rebecca standing there.

"Hey-"

"I have to talk to you." She says as you notice her eyes gloss over. "Now."

"Oh, okay," you turn back to James. "Sorry, give me a second."

"No worries, you know where to find me." He says with a wink and walks off.

Rebecca grabs your hand and pulls you into a secluded corner of the club.

"Rebecca, what's-"

You're interrupted when her lips crash into yours, surprising you for a moment. In an instant you melt into her, her lips feeling like home. She gently sucks on your lip and you part your lips, eagerly inviting her tongue in to meet yours. Her fingers tangle themselves in your hair and you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer to you.

When your lips finally part you're both left gently panting, you look up into Rebecca's eyes and you see rogue tears falling.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry." She says quietly.

"Sorry for what?"

Rebecca looks deep into your eyes.

"For pushing you away, for not wanting to take this further. I- I wasn't being totally honest when I said I didn't feel the same way." Your breath hitches as you hear her speak. "I did, I do, I was just so scared. I didn't want to ruin what we had, I didn't want to get hurt again, or hurt you. But I don't care about any of that. Because I never want to see you kissing anyone else ever again."

"Rebecca-"

"I don't care how possessive or crazy I sound, I need you to be mine." She tightens her grip on you and leans in closer. "I need you. Fuck I might love you I don't know all I know is the pain I felt watching you and it terrified me and I never want to feel that way again."

"Oh thank god, I've been waiting to hear you say that for months." You say as you close the distance between the two of you one more and kiss her, hard.

After you make out for another minute your lips part and Rebecca looks into your eyes.

"Come home with me."

"Right now?"

"Yes. Right this second."

"Lead the way baby." You say, your voice sultry.

"Fuck, thank god my house is only ten minutes away."

Rebecca leads you to the VIP area and you grab your things, your hand not once leaving hers. She calls her driver to pull around to the front of the club and she pulls you out of the club and into the car. Completely forgetting about James, you straddle Rebecca's lap in the back seat as soon as you get into the car and head to her house.

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[shelbystales]

Ceramic Lessons - Part Five

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

GIF by nofckingfighting

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Warning: Fluff

A/N: a small reminder that this has nothing to do with his real life.

English is my second language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistake

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"Hi beautiful. How do you feel about pizza?" Cillian's text notification popped up on your screen. You wiped your ceramic-glazed hands on the cloth draped over your shoulders and picked up your phone to respond.

"Hey! Pizza night sounds great! I'll bring some red wine," you replied, a smile gracing your face.

"Good, I can't wait to see you," he responded.

"Me too. I'll arrive around eightish," you texted before returning to finish glazing your ceramics.

"I'll be waiting." Cillian then sent you his address.

You continued your day, completing the production of your pieces. You focused mainly on the tabletop oil pourers for the same hotel as your previous week's pieces. They had ordered so many pieces that you would probably be working on their order for several weeks.

After glazing and setting the pieces aside to dry, you went home to get ready. With each passing day, you felt more comfortable with how your relationship with Cillian was progressing. After your last date with him, you couldn't help but fantasize about a future together. Being with him made you feel good, made you feel at ease. Things were so light with him. He was affectionate and kind, unlike previous relationships where you received only breadcrumbs of affection.

The way his thumb caressed your cheeks when he kissed you tenderly, the intensity in his incredibly blue eyes as they looked at you with desire, his habit of always opening the car door for you, and how he planned your dates considering what you would enjoy - all of this fueled the growing crush in your heart.

After a shower and following your usual skincare routine, you decided to put in some effort for your date at his house. You chose a chic yet relaxed look. You slipped into loose, wide-leg trousers made of silky fabric that flowed gracefully with every step, offering style and comfort. Paired with them was a slightly cropped blouse in a deep, royal blue that flattered your breasts perfectly. You completed the look with a pair of heeled mules that added a touch of elegance and elongated your legs. You packed two nice bottles of wine you had stashed away and decided to order an Uber, not wanting to drink and drive.

The car ride was smooth, and you watched the passing cityscape with a sense of excitement. Soon, the driver pulled up in front of Cillian's house. It was a classic Irish home with a touch of modernity, nestled amidst lush greenery that offered the perfect privacy and tranquility. Climbing out of the car, your heels clicked lightly on the cobblestone driveway. you said goodnight to the uber driver before walking to his house.

As soon as you rang the doorbell, Cillian appeared at the door, a charming smile on his face. His eyes immediately locked onto you, and he couldn't help himself. With a step closer, he pressed his lips softly against yours in a sweet, welcoming kiss.

"Hey there," he greeted you warmly, his eyes sparkling as his gaze took your figure "You look absolutely breathtaking."

Your cheeks flushed at his compliment, and you replied with a soft smile, "Thank you, Cillian. You're not looking too bad yourself." You noticed he was dressed in a stylish pair of jeans and a well-fitted, long-sleeved black shirt. To your pleasant surprise, he was wearing his glasses. He looked adorably sexy, in a somewhat quirky way, which only added to his charm.

His laughter filled the air as he held the door open for you. "Please, come in."

As you stepped inside, the cozy ambiance of his home enveloped you. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating a soothing atmosphere, and the scent of something delicious wafted from the kitchen. A crackling fireplace filled the living room with warmth and a soft glow.

Cillian's home was a blend of classic Irish charm and modern comfort. Rich wooden accents, tasteful artwork, and plush furnishings gave it character. Large windows framed by billowing curtains offered glimpses of the verdant garden outside, adding to the feeling of seclusion and intimacy.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as you headed into the kitchen together. 

His kitchen was spacious and open-concept, seamlessly connecting with the dining and living areas. It boasted a large central island and a sort of countertop/bar that extended into the dining space. The kitchen exuded an elegant atmosphere that harmonized with the rustic wooden elements found throughout the rest of the house. The countertops were crafted from black granite, and the cabinets were a rich, dark brown hue.

Cillian graciously accepted the bottles of red wine you had brought, and he began to pour the glasses with practiced ease.

As you took your first sip, a delicious aroma teased your senses. "Mmm, what smells so good? I thought we were ordering pizza" you asked, curiosity piqued.

Cillian smiled, setting the wine bottle aside. "Oh no, no. Ordering pizza would be just too ordinary. No… we're not ordering pizza tonight; we're making it” he smiled at you playfully and pointed at a black pan over the oven “What you smell is the tomato sauce in the making" he smiled 

Surprised and delighted by his choice, you couldn't help but smile. "That sounds fun!" 

Cillian smiled, clinking his glass gently against yours in a silent toast before taking a sip of his wine, his penetrating gaze still fixed on you.

"How was your day?" he asked, placing his glass on the countertop and leaning against it.

"Good, the usual. I made some ceramic pieces today. I experimented with some different glazes called reactive glazes. They interact with the ceramics and always turn out differently. I hope they'll look nice," you spoke with a smile.

"Sounds interesting," he replied, nodding.

"And how was your day?" you asked, and he shrugged.

"Routine. I dropped Lukas off at his mom's place. I studied some scripts. Nothing exciting, a rather dull day, I'd say. It could almost be erased," he answered, causing you to furrow your brow.

"You know, I think you need to change your perspective," you chuckled, and he looked at you curiously.

"Oh, really?" he asked, and you nodded, moving closer to him.

"What made you happy today, Cillian?" you inquired, your voice gently velvety.

As you asked him about his happiness, a curious sparkle danced in his eyes. He pondered for a moment, his gaze shifting away momentarily as he dove into his thoughts. You watched him with a soft smile, appreciating his introspection.

"Lukas lost a tooth today," he finally said, his voice carrying a warm tone as he reminisced. "Picking him up at school, seeing him toothless, that made me happy."

Your heart swelled with affection at his words. It wasn't just the fact that Lukas losing a tooth had brought him happiness; it was the way he spoke about it, the gentle nostalgia in his voice, the way his eyes softened as he remembered it. 

"Would you erase that feeling?" you asked softly

He shook his head and scratched his neck "Fuck, no one ever asked me that."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Did you like it?" you inquired, your eyes locked onto his.

His response wasn't verbal. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, lingering peck. But that brief kiss quickly deepened, becoming something more intense and passionate.

In that moment, you could feel the warmth of his lips against yours, the softness and pliability of his mouth as your lips moved together in perfect harmony. The taste of the wine lingered, adding a subtle sweetness to the kiss. His hand, which had been gently caressing your jaw, slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. the other hand rested on your hips, pressing you against him.

It was a kiss that made your heart race and your head spin, leaving you both breathless and wanting more.

"What made you happy today?" he whispered as the kiss slowly ended, his nose still touching yours.

You smiled, your voice husky as you replied, "Hmm, many things." Your throat was dry, and you cleared it before continuing, "My sister called me today. That made me happy. And seeing you also made me happy." Your finger traced a slow, delicate path along his jawline, your eyes locked onto his, a soft intensity in your gaze.

"Seeing you made me happy too," he admitted with a smile. The atmosphere between you felt charged, a palpable attraction and affection lingering in the air. "Where did this question come from?"

"My therapist made me ask myself that question every day after all that stuff with my ex. Because I used to dwell so much on the negative that I couldn't see the good things. There's always something in the day worth remembering, worth living for, He used to say.  No day is 100% bad, but we dwell on the bad things for so long that they start to overshadow our view," you explained.

"Your therapist is good," he said, and you chuckled, nodding.

"So..." he clapped his hands. "What kind of pizza do you want?"

“What do you have?” You asked excited as he walked to the fridge 

As soon as Cillian swung open the fridge door, he began pulling out an array of ingredients. "Tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, buffalo mozzarella, Parmesan, Brie, Gorgonzola, and Gouda, olives, seasonings, pesto, artichokes, zucchini, and mushrooms," he listed while placing the partially prepared and sliced ingredients into small bowls.

"You never cease to impress me," you remarked with a smile, leaning in to give him a sweet peck on the lips.

He smiled in response. "Good to know."

Before you could continue talking, you both fell into a brief moment of silence, savoring the connection you shared. Cillian gently caressed your face, his fingers brushing away a stray strand of hair that kept falling in your face.

Breaking the silence, Cillian, with eyes locked onto yours, proposed, "Shall we start with the classic Margherita?"

"I think that's a great idea," you replied with a nod and a smile.

Cillian moved to the other side of the kitchen and fetched a large plastic bowl covered with a cloth, placing it on the central island of the kitchen.

"Wash your hands and come get them dirty," he said with a grin, pointing to the large sink while dusting flour over the island's surface.

You nodded and went to wash your hands, removing any rings and bracelets that adorned your fingers and wrists, placing them beside your wine glass.

By the time you returned, Cillian had already divided the dough into two smaller portions. He handed you a rolling pin as you positioned yourself beside him.

“So, what now?” you asked and he chuckled 

Cillian chuckled, his voice brimming with amusement. "My guess is as good as yours. I think we roll it open," he replied

“You’ve never done this before?” you asked and he shook his head, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischievousness. "Oh, God, this is going to be a catastrophe."

“As long as it tastes good” he shrugged and walked over to the oven lighting it up

With the rolling pin in hand, you pressed down on your portion of dough, intending to create the perfect, round crust. However, dough is known for its unpredictability. The dough beneath your hands had other plans, and it began to stretch and tear unevenly, forming an abstract shape more reminiscent of a landmass than a pizza crust. You chuckled at your less-than-ideal progress, and Cillian couldn't help but laugh with you.

"I don't think I'm doing a good job," you admitted with a playful smile. 

"Oh, there is no such thing. You are doing a perfect job, just keep going," Cillian reassured you, his voice warm and encouraging. While your dough seemed to be in a state of rebellion, Cillian's own dough was taking on a smooth and inviting circular form.

"How are you doing that? Mine looks like an egg. A broken egg," you confessed with a  chuckle. Cillian burst into laughter

“It does” he laughed and you with him 

Amid your laughter and the light-hearted atmosphere, you frustratingly grabbed the dough, shaping it into a round circle again. "I think I should start over," you said, a chuckle of frustration escaping your lips as you admired how perfectly rounded Cillian's dough had become. "How did you do that so easily?"

Cillian smiled and came to your aid. "Here, let me help you." Cillian moved behind you, fitting his body against yours. His hands overlaid yours on the rolling pin, and he leaned in so that his breath brushed against your ear, his warm chest pressed to your back.

"I think you might be applying too much pressure," he murmured seductively in your ear. You felt every hair on your body stand on end as his voice sent shivers down your spine.

“You might be right” you cleared your throat “i’m used to rolling clay” you lightly chuckled 

you followed his movement, and the dough easily shaped into a circle as time passed. 

As you both worked the rolling pin together, Cillian gently rested his chin on the crook of your neck. A rush of butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and excitement coursed through you. In that moment, the dough became a secondary focus as the intimacy between you and Cillian took center stage, infusing the kitchen with an electrifying charge. you felt yourself getting so fucking wet. He left a kiss on your shoulder before saying “I think you are good to go”, and started to put some distance between your bodies. 

But in a swift movement you turned to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss, a desperate kiss. You wanted him and you made sure he knew it. The kiss was so slow and intense that he had to put one of his hands on the countertop to hold both of you in place.

You could feel him hard against your thigh. His hand moved to your neck, then to the back of your head, pulling your hair back to expose your neck, where he kissed and sucked. The sensations were intense as you found yourself melting under his touch. Your hand traveled up his back, fingers digging into his skin as the passion between you continued to ignite.

"Should we skip to dessert?" you asked breathlessly, his lips still pressed to yours. But to your slight disappointment, he chuckled and shook his head.

He moved his lips close to your earlobe, trailing kisses along your neck. "Don't get me wrong... dessert is all I want right now," he growled seductively, "but..." he gave you a teasing peck on the lips, "...there's no need to rush. We have all the time in the world tonight. Let's make this right."

You let out a quiet growl, unable to hide your frustration, but eventually agreed with him. "Okay, you're right, I guess."

He chuckled and kissed you once more. This time, the kiss was more tender than the last, filled with affection and less urgency. "Now, we add the sauce and the toppings," he said, his voice steadier, trying to regain his composure.

Together, you carefully spread the tomato sauce over your now-rounded pizza dough, each of your movements synchronized. The act of crafting a pizza felt more like a dance, every motion perfectly coordinated.

Amid the delightful chaos of creating your pizzas, Cillian noticed the look of curiosity on your face as he held up a slice of gouda cheese.

"Have you ever eaten this?” he asked and you shook your head 

“Never tried many different sorts of cheese. Just the more common ones, like mozzarella, parmesan and gorgonzola.” you told him 

“Well, you know, I think you reaally need to taste this," he said with a playful glint in his eye.

"Really? Just a slice of cheese?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Just trust me on this," he said, his voice filled with confidence as he extended the slice toward your lips.

You hesitated for a moment but then leaned forward, allowing him to feed you the slice of gouda. The rich, creamy flavor filled your mouth, and the taste was absolutely exquisite.

"Wow, that's incredible," you exclaimed, savoring the flavor.

Cillian grinned as he watched your reaction. 

“Told you” he smiled and gave you quick kiss.

After finishing the margherita pizza and putting it in the oven, you were facing another dough of pizza, only the red sauce on the top. 

Cillian surveyed the array of toppings, a mischievous spark in his eyes. "How about we mix things up a bit? Feeling adventurous?"

You grinned, your curiosity piqued. "I'm all in. Let's go wild."

Together, you set to work crafting a masterpiece of a pizza, and the creativity flowed as you added layer after layer of tantalizing ingredients. You debated each topping, their flavors, and textures, and your shared laughter filled the air as you constructed the most unique and adventurous pizza you'd ever seen.

Cillian's hands were steady as he sprinkled Gouda and Brie, while you topped it off with a handful of artichoke hearts, zucchini slices, and a smattering of mushrooms.

In the end the pizza looked funny, you both gazed at your unconventional pizza creation, laughter bubbled up within you. The mishmash of ingredients had turned the pizza into something of an abstract artwork 

With smiles adorning your faces and a palpable sense of anticipation in the air, you carefully placed your one-of-a-kind creation into the oven. At the same time, Cillian gracefully retrieved the margherita, its aroma already beckoning the senses.

"First one is ready!" Cillian declared, carrying the margherita to the dining table. You took a moment to top off both of your wine glasses before joining him, handing him his glass.

"Thank you," he expressed with a warm smile, appreciating the simple gesture.

As you indulged in the delicious pizza, you couldn't help but express your admiration. "It smells incredible! This dough is so light, and it's really good," you mused, taking another bite with a delighted hum.

He continued to smile, his gaze locked with yours. "I'm really glad you're here," he confessed, and the sentiment hung in the air, filling the room with warmth and a sense of connection that transcended the simple act of sharing a meal.

“Me too” you smiled

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[honeybeefae]

A New Name (Helion x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY FIVE: Daddy Kink

Summary// It slipped out one night after one too many drinks. You didn’t even remember saying it. But Helion knew, he knew and he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it. And a month later while you are begging for him to give you release, he whispers into your ear and lets you know just how much he enjoys it as well.

(I know I kept everyone updated on the hospital situation, but I just wanna apologize again for this fic being late, as well as today’s and possibly tomorrow's. I am doing my best to catch up because I want you guys to enjoy them and don’t wanna let y’all down! Helion is a new character for me, but honestly, he came to me so easily. He is Just a suave, sexy guy who is a king in bed. There’s a reason he’s bagged so many people ;) Enjoy!)

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, daddy kink, begging, soft!dom Helion, dirty talk, choking, drunk sex (flashback)

Helion had kept you on the edge of bliss for the last thirty minutes, using his mouth and fingers to torture you to your breaking point. You had lost track of what time it was, the sun high in the sky, as he had kept you in bed since breakfast. He had things that he should be doing but for some reason, he decided that you were more important at the moment, despite having just had his fill the night before.

“My lord, please!” You gasp as he curls his fingers once more, your walls squeezing him tightly. “I don’t think I can do this much longer…”

Your voice was strained and tired but you wanted to do this for him. He was always giving your pleasure, making sure you were taken care of before he took what he wanted, so to see this new, dominant side of him was something that made forbidden fantasies flood your brain.

It also had a name you had been dying to use on the tip of your tongue, but you kept it locked inside.

“My lord?” Helion teased, his arm braced by your head as he watched your face change with every thrust of his fingers. “So polite…such a good girl, hm? You can hold out a little bit longer.”

You weren’t as convinced as your mate was, a teasing smirk on his lips as he brought you to the edge one more time before pulling away. Your mind was ready to turn to mush and as your frustration grew so did the tears in your eyes, one of them falling slowly down your cheek. 

He was quick to wipe it away, holding your face gently as he cooed over you. “Oh my poor girl, do you want to cum?” His voice was soft but his eyes were full of laughter like he had a secret that you couldn’t figure out. “I think you know what to say.”

“Please, my lord, my mate. Please let me cum.” You responded immediately, wiggling your hips to try and get his fingers back inside. Helion licked his lips and shook his head at your answer, still rubbing your cheek lovingly as he watched your eyebrows cease in confusion.

“As much as I love your begging…that’s not the name I’m looking for, my sweet.” He explained, those long, thick fingers going back to rub slow circles on your swollen clit. “Do you not remember?”

Wracking your brain you tried to think of what he was talking about, not recalling any mention of a specific name he requested recently. He was usually content with his name, or “my lord”, so you were empty-handed. Helion chuckled, pressing harder against your nub, and bent down to your ear.

“Come on, Y/N, be a good girl for daddy and think really hard.” As soon as he finished his sentence, you let out a loud moan, the drunken memory now sliding into place like a puzzle piece.

TWO WEEKS AGO

It was well after midnight and the two of you were drunk in your giant bathtub, bubbles surrounding you and splashing around as you threw your head back in laughter at your mate.

“You are so drunk.” Helion chuckled, downing the rest of his champagne glass while staring you down with those beautiful, golden eyes. “I thought you could handle your liquor?”

You grinned and finished off your drink as well, moving so that your body was now pressed against his and you were nose to nose. Both of your hands were on his muscular thighs as leverage as you leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I can…but maybe I just felt like overindulging for the night.”

A soft purr vibrated his chest as he grasped your chin with two fingers and tilted your face up to his, kissing you slowly while enjoying the taste of your fruity cocktail still lingering in your mouth. You sighed as your tongue danced with his, one of your hands moving from his leg to his quickly hardening cock. 

Helion grinned at your teasing strokes, pulling away and laying his head back against the marble tub. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, feeling like the entire world was in slow motion as you rode the high of your previous drinks and his scent. 

When you twisted your wrists at the top, he groaned loudly, eyes closing in bliss as you went from kissing his throat to simple nuzzles. It was domestic and sweet, something that he didn’t know he craved until he met you, and when you swung your leg over his free thigh to start rubbing against him in the water, he knew he would never want anything else but this. 

“That’s so good, baby. So good to me.” Helion praised, his hands gripping the sides as you tighten your hold. 

“Anything for you, daddy.” You sighed happily. In the heat of the moment, with you chasing your own release and Helion’s, you didn’t even realize what you had said. 

But he had heard you. Loud and clear.

His head shot up like you had struck him, looking down at you in shock while you just continued what you were doing. He realized quickly that you were deep in pleasure and hadn’t even processed what just came out of your mouth. 

A part of him wanted to call attention to it, to press you and see if this was something you truly were into or if it was just a drunk slip-up. However he didn’t want you to be embarrassed so he decided to approach it differently, treading carefully as he ran a hand down your spine and pulled you closer to his body.

“You’re making daddy feel so good.” He cooed, watching your breath catch in your throat. You moaned a second later at his words, your hips speeding up as well as your hand. 

He had never used the name before in bed, not having a lover that had a particular taste for it, but to hear you say it so desperately…it stirred something deep inside of him. It was a name he definitely wanted to use more of.

After a few more whispers of the new pet name, you fell apart in his lap. Your cunt clenched around nothing, aching for him, as Helion followed in your lead and spilled into your hand and the lukewarm water. It made your vision fuzzy and your toes curl, barely able to raise your head as your mate let the water drain and carried the both of you into the bedroom.

As he dried you off and tucked you into the soft sheets, you felt him press a kiss to your temple and whisper, “Daddy’s got you, my sweet.” Before you fell into a deep sleep. 

“So you do remember.” Helion grinned, wrapping a hand around your throat and pressing down as your eyes stared at him in awe. “Say it.”

There was a fire in his eyes that had replaced the joyful flecks of gold, his dark skin glowing brightly in the light of your bedroom. He looked ethereal and deadly, an intoxicating mixture that didn’t give you time to be embarrassed by what he was asking of you. He wanted this as much, if not more than you did. 

And you would give your daddy anything he wanted.

“Daddy, please make me cum.” You whimpered, your own hands gripping his wrist and forearm tightly. “Please daddy. I’ll be your good girl. Just let me cum.”

You saw the switch flick in his demeanor. He went from your playful, loving mate to a dominant, teasing god in seconds and your body scrambled to keep up when he thrusts the fingers that had been on your clit into your waiting sex without warning. 

They were thick inside of you, scissoring and stroking your velvet walls before he started to fuck you roughly with them. It was like going from zero to a hundred, pitiful whines coming out of your mouth as he kissed you harshly, biting down on your lip hard enough for it to swell at the pressure.

“There’s my princess’s manners.” He said, moving his hand from your throat so that he could grab your hair instead to force you to look at him. 

“Cum around my fingers. Now.” He ordered, finding the spot inside of you and hitting it with every shove of his hand. Having been kept on the edge for so long, your body had no will to fight, not that you even wanted to. You immediately clamped down on his fingers, squeezing them in a death grip as you came over and over again.

Your eyes glazed over from the pleasure he was giving you, mouth open in a small o as he continued to move inside of you to prolong your orgasm for as long as possible. Helion’s cock was achingly hard and throbbing, stabbing against your thigh and smearing his precum all over. 

“Yes, yes yes!” You chanted, your fingers grasping at his shoulders now as you started to come down from your high. He kissed you again as he finally withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to your mouth and smiling when you immediately took them in and licked away all your juices.

“Fuck, I need you Y/N.” Helion cursed, pressing your foreheads together as he grasped his cock and lined it up with your still tender pussy. “Do you think you can take daddy? Hm?”

Despite still reeling from his previous touches you nodded enthusiastically, staring at him with wide, innocent eyes as you begged for him. “I can take it, please, please! I want you so bad…” Your voice sounded like it belonged to someone else, never knowing you could plead for someone like this. 

Both of you were finding yourselves in roles that were new but you both took it in stride, letting it take over naturally. He grunted as he shoved his entire length inside, not waiting for you to get comfortable while grabbing onto the headboard above you. 

His muscles were taunt and you wanted to lick and bite every inch, your eyes rolling back as he hit deep within you with every thrust. “Fuck, daddy, right there…” 

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Helion growled, his hips going forward sharply to enhance his words. You were powerless against his need for you, holding onto his back for dear life as he fucked you like an animal. He hissed when your nails dragged down his back, feeling the welts rising from them. “You’re taking me so well, my sweet.”

You gagged slightly when he used one of his free hands to cup your face and pry your mouth open, sticking his thumb into your mouth. “Do you like when I talk to you like this? When daddy fucks his pretty girl's cunt?” He taunted, smirking as your body and mind melted from his words. 

“Mmmm!” You mumbled around his thumb, eyelashes fluttering as his words made the fire in your belly grow into an inferno. He felt you twitch around his dick and moaned, closing his eyes to lose himself in the heat of your sex and the sounds you were making.

Your orgasm started to prick at your spine and though you knew you should tell him, you couldn’t control yourself as you screamed out his name and let his thumb fall out of your mouth. It felt like you were falling into oblivion, your eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as you soaked the sheets beneath you. 

Helion swore and shoved himself as deep as he could go inside you, the headboard creaking underneath his fingers as he emptied his cum into your hole. It was hot inside you and, despite having just came, you immediately shoved a hand down to your cunt and rubbed your clit until another orgasm washed over your body. 

“Daddy-” You choked out, rutting your hips to try and get him closer. He buried his face into your neck, biting down on your collarbone while waiting for you to calm down. It was so tempting to continue to fuck you, especially since he was still hard, but you both needed a break.

After a minute he rolled over, letting his cum leak out as he caught his breath with you by his side. It was the best sex you had had to date, your body still tingling from the multiple orgasms. You turned to look at him, smiling at the sheen of sweat that coated his body.

“Are you okay?” You asked, voice hoarse. Helion beamed at the ceiling, grasping your hand and squeezing it. It was a small action but it warmed your heart.

“More than okay.” He replied honestly, turning and resting his hand on his elbow. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You nodded shyly, resting against the pillow as the sun's rays cast across his naked body like a halo. It took your breath away and you wished you could paint him at this moment, to capture his beauty. 

“I did…thank you, my love.” You hummed before turning over to get up, gasping when a strong arm pulled you back onto the bed. Helion loomed over you with a devious grin, pinning your arms by your side.

“My love? Have you forgotten already, Y/N?” He scolded, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “I’ll just have to add that to your punishment.”

“Punishment?” You squeaked, swallowing the lump in your throat as his eyes raked over your body hungrily.

“Don’t think I forgot that you didn’t ask permission to cum, princess. That’s not what good girls do.” Helion frowned, moving one hand down to cup your soaking, tender sex. “So I need to remind you how to be a good girl for daddy. Understand?”

You blushed and nodded, raising your head just enough to kiss him quickly. “Yes, daddy.”

#acotar kinktober #acotar #helion #helion acotar #helion x reader #helion x reader acotar #helion spell cleaver #helion x reader smut #helion x reader smut acotar #acotar smut #acotar imagine #kinktober #acowar #acomaf #acosf #acofas #smut #day court

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do you know about any looong slowburn sterek fics preferably with smut? optional magic stiles👀

hehe thank you❤️

Hi anon. @kevaaronday made this list for you.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (25/25 | 434,625 | Explicit | Sterek) “I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.” 

That was a bad word. Not found. 

Have. 

Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment. 

One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs (31/31 | 203,776 | Mature | Sterek) “Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

*

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Most (Im)Proper Proposal by Welsh_Woman (72/72 | 200,136 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles Stilinski has not seen his childhood friend for going on ten years when Derek Hale insists on meeting him in a barely reputable inn to make a rather startling proposal…

The Hollow Moon by thepsychicclam (10/10 | 180,079 | Explicit | Sterek) It's the summer after Stiles' first year of college, and he's working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he's okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn't care about, nope, not at all. 

After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he's just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people.

Teenage Love Song by HaleHathNoFury (26/26 | 155,834 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles is sick and tired of how much he fucks up. His dad is disappointed, his step-mom judges and his step-brother can do no wrong. It's not that he doesn't love them, he just gets so tired of being different. Now he's being moved lock, stock and barrel to Beacon Hills aka the town his mom grew up in so they can go live in his grandma's house and his father can get him back on the straight and narrow. 

It's going to suck.

B.E.A.C.O.N. by Mythological_Compendium (43/43 | 140,691 | Explicit | Sterek) "What better situation could there possibly be? We'll be pretty much stuck together, we can talk, drink and maybe later even…”

A scoff. “What? Have reunion sex?”

He shrugs. “It's been four years.”

Same Old Song and Dance by Halevetica (91/91 | 125,721 | Explicit | Sterek) Raised in the hunter life after his father was killed, Stiles hates werewolves. So when he lands a contract to kill the alpha of the pack that killed his father, he's elated. Until he runs into complications. The alpha is smart and strong and playing a game Stiles can't figure out. When secrets are revealed and new enemies made, Stiles must decide for himself what side he's on and who he can trust.

Bruises and Bitemarks by orphan_account (27/27 | 121,566 | Explicit | Sterek) Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he's attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

Strip by Fessst (23/23 | 117,194 | Explicit | Sterek) "Singletail whip. Your favorite, isn't it?"

Red. Stiles felt nauseated as he bent over the bench. Red. The tremble only increased when his wrists and ankles were secured with leather straps. Red. He heard the Dom behind him give a sample crack of the whip in the air. Red. This would likely pierce his skin. So fucking Red.

"What's your safeword?"

Red.

"Stiles?"

"The... the stoplights, Sir."

Stiles's first introduction to the world of BDSM was a complete fiasco. You see, he had a crush on this ridiculously hot Dom and might have slightly exaggerated (ahem, lied blatantly) a few things on his questionnaire. Five years later the two meet again under a different set of circumstances.

A rare Alphahole by Fessst (27/27 | 110,538 | Mature | Sterek) Weed sale goes wrong and leaves Stiles with a dilemma of either facing prison or enrolling himself in Beta Rehabilitation Program for the next 6 months.

Anything beats prison, right?

Well...

Once he finds out that his assigned Responsible Alpha is the asshole who landed him in trouble, to begin with, Stiles is not so sure anymore. Especially since he has to fucking marry the guy! 

the trees call your name by spaceprincessem (2/2 | 107,656 | Mature | Sterek) “That was a long time ago,” Derek finally said, his face falling into its usual cool facade.

Stiles felt like he had been punched in the gut. Two worlds, right? Except, it had never really been two worlds at all. If they lived in two worlds, Stiles wouldn’t feel this unexplainable ache that ran deep in his bones. It had always been one world, with water slipping into the cracks, until there was an ocean between them. Stiles was always caught in the riptides, dragged out to sea where he was left to drown, sinking below the surface as Derek grew further and further out of his reach.

“Yeah,” Stiles agreed, forcing his lips to turn up in the corners, noting the slight crack in his voice, “long time ago."

aka the high school friends to lovers ranch au that no one asked for, but the one that i wrote anyway. This fic is finished, I will just be posting it in two parts!

Far From Any Road by doctorkaitlyn (28/28 | 103,835 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles Stilinski is a young, chronically sleep-deprived detective who's manipulative and morally dubious at best. He's fairly certain that, in the years since he started working for the California Bureau of Investigation, he's seen most of the horrible things that the world could possibly throw at him.

But that's before a body turns up in an alley in Beacon Hills, brutally tortured, with a symbol burned into its back. It's quickly followed by a second and third, and when Stiles is unable to find any hint as to who the culprits might be, his father decides to bring in some outside help.

His name is Derek Hale, and he too has seen some truly horrible things, only some of them on the job.

Stiles hates him immediately. But Derek may be their only hope for solving the case, so Stiles reluctantly agrees to accept his help. 

As it turns out, neither of them have seen anything close to the depths of human depravity that await them in the woods and down the back roads surrounding Beacon Hills.

All a Pack Needs is a Little Spark by thornconnelly (21/21 | 82,884 | Mature | Sterek) Fork in the road fix-it that basically changes everything starting... an hour before the show actually starts. idk.

Stiles has a premonition that he NEEDS to go into the forest on a random night and saves Laura before Peter can kill her. Stiles doesn't know what he's gotten himself into, but he decides to help out the stray dog he finds in the woods, and then ends up joining a werewolf pack... as their Spark... because apparently he's got magic. 

What ensues is my whole-hearted desire for the Hales to have nice things.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #magic!stiles #anon

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Choose <3

Jimmy Uso x female reader ;Jey Uso x female reader

Rating:18+

Warnings:Smut, cheating, angst

Today is the day that Jimmy comes back home after being on the road for a month. Jimmy and I have been in a relationship for almost a year now and it's hard when he's traveling  so I'm happy he comes home today. Knocking me out of my thoughts I hear the door opening and closing.

"Y/N your in here girl" Jimmy asked as I ran down the stairs to jump in his arms hugging him.

He hugged me back and kissed me. When he put me down I looked behind him and Jey. My body tensed up and my heart started beating fast. Lately when I'm around Jey I have a boost of anxiety that hits and I have butterflies in my stomach.

"Hey Y/N. How have you been"he said, hugging me, putting his hand on my lower back very close to my ass.

I hurriedly moved and went to join Jimmy on the couch. 

“I’m so happy you're  home. I’ve missed you more than anything. I was thinking we could go on a date tonight since we didn’t get to do one last time. And maybe after the date we can have a little 34+35 action”, I said tracing my finger on his thigh whispering the last part so Jey couldn’t hear since he was across from us.

“Actually babe I promised the boys that we could go out to the bar tonight. Have some drinks since we’re all off” he said, stopping

my hand by placing his on top of mine, eyes not leaving the tv once. 

“Oh okay that’s cool. We’ll just move our date night to the next time you come home” I said as my heart broke at the fact that he’d rather go get drinks with the people he has been with for a month, instead of spending his time with me.

Jey eyes never left me. He almost looked sorry for me. It made me wonder what he would do if he had a girlfriend. Sometimes I feel like I’m not Jimmy’s at all. He always tells me I’m his and not going anywhere but there is no effort to try to keep me there. I kissed his arm and walked upstairs going to lay down. He doesn't want to spend time with me so neither do I. 

I tucked myself in the covers crying a little because all I want is for my baby to want to spend time with me. Tonight it’s the bar and for the rest of the week it’ll be something else. I slowly drift to sleep. 

I woke up to Jimmy kissing my forehead. I looked up at him and he was dressed to go out. He looked so sexy, enough to eat. I inhaled his scent and pushed my legs together to try to stop the pool from forming in between my legs. I stood on my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him. 

I deepened the kiss and he allowed me. Our tongues fight each other for control. When I won I thought I had him. I moved one of my arms to take his hand and put it inside of my shorts. He groaned at how wet he made me. Right when I thought he was going to rub me he moved his hand and backed away from me. I know this bitch is playing. 

“Baby you know I’m going out with the boys. I’ll handle that when I get back home. I promise I won’t be long”, he said walking out of the room leaving me frustrated. 

Four hours have passed, it is currently 2 am and Jimmy is not home yet. To top that it is raining like hell outside. I started to worry about him because he never called me either and that’s unusual. When I went to call him there was a knock on the door. I figured it was him because he always forgot his keys. 

“Thank god I thought something-” I said stopping my sentence to see it was not Jimmy, it was Jey. He was soaked from the rain and let me say he looked sexy as fuck. The water just falling on him and the house lights on him perfectly. 

I didn’t realize I was staring until he said,”You're just going to stand there staring or you're gonna let me in. It’s kind of cold.”

I blushed, moving aside so he could enter the house. He watched as I walked away because I had on some short spandex biker shorts and a crop top. I handed him a blanket and he gladly took it, wrapping it around him to warm up. 

“What’s up Jey? Where’s Jimmy”, I asked.

“I don’t know. I left them an hour ago because I was worried about you in this weather” he said, making my heart swell. 

“Well thank you. I really needed that”, I said, hugging him, not caring if he was wet. 

“Someone with a ass like yours should not be left alone for 5 minutes” he said, rubbing up and down my back. 

Something came over me and I looked up and stared into his eyes. They were so filled with lust I couldn’t help myself. I reached up and connected our lips. He dropped the blanket, picking me up as I put my legs around his waist. He trailed kissing all over my neck looking for that spot. When he found it I let out a soft moan. He grinned against my neck carrying me upstairs to the room. 

He threw me on the bed and I started taking off my clothes as Jey watched. 

When I was fully naked he whispered,”You are so fucking beautiful.”

He took off his clothes and I watched in awe at his body. When he was completely naked I grabbed his dick and he slapped my hand away. I looked up at him shocked. 

“No. Tonight is about making you feel the way you deserve to” he said as I moaned at his powerful words. 

He flipped me around on all fours. He rubbed his thumb between my folds and groaned at how wet I was. 

“Are you always this wet” he asked, slowly rubbing my clit. 

I whined and said,”Maybe you’ll have to stick around to find out daddy.”

He smacked my ass making me jolt forward slightly. A surprised, loud moan escaped my lips and he licked a strip up my cunt. He mumbled how  good I tasted and started eating me like a starved man. I gripped the sheets moaning like crazy at the pleasure I was feeling. It became overwhelming. I reached behind me and tried pushing his head away but it didn’t work. He grabbed my arms holding them down behind my back. 

“FUCKKKKK”, left my lips as I came, back arching and legs shaking. 

He licked up everything that came out of me and got up. He flipped me over on my back while stroking his length. He hit his dick against my pussy, teasing me.

I groaned and said,”Omg Jey put it in! Please daddy.”

“Needy little thing” he said, smirking at my begging as he entered me. 

My back immediately arching in the air due to him stretching me out. He started thrusting at a slow but deep speed. 

“You don’t know how long I have waiting to be in this tight, wet, pussy baby” he said, groaning, slowly losing himself in my body. 

He rubbed my nipples in his hands, speeding up his thrust. 

“Omg don’t stop! RIGHT THERE DADDY”, I moaned as he hit my spot with every thrust causing me to rub my clit fast chasing my orgasm. I felt the knot in my stomach forming. 

“Please daddy can I cum”, I begged as my legs started shaking uncontrollably. 

“Go ahead baby, come on daddy’s cock. Let it all go”, he said, speeding up more at an inhuman speed causing me to explode. 

I came so hard my vision was white and no sound could come out my mouth. When I came back to reality Jey’s thrust was getting sloppy and his dick was twitching inside me. 

“Where do you want it baby”,he asked, groaning, losing his shit.

I pulled off of him and put his dick in my mouth, milking him by sucking the tip. 

He moaned as he burst in my mouth. When all his load was in my mouth, I swallowed all of it and stuck my tongue out to show him. He groaned and kissed me. 

It’s been 4 months since that night and me and Jey have been sleeping together ever since then. When they were on the road we would facetime after me and Jimmy. 

Right now they’re back home. Jimmy’s somewhere with Solo and Jey is 9 inches deep in me. Of course I feel bad about it, it’s just too good to stop. Jimmy has been changing slowly, showing me more attention and spending time with me but a part of me still wants Jey, it’s actually very confusing. 

I was a moaning mess as I scratched at Jey’s back. We jumped and covered ourselves when the door opened, revealing a hurt Jimmy. 

“Wow I was right”, he said as tears fell down his cheeks and his voice cracked. 

“I am so sorry baby. Please believe me. Jey was here when you weren't. When I needed you. It just went far”, I said, getting up holding his hand. 

Jey said,”I’m sorry Uce but I love Y/N. I couldn’t stand watching how you treated her so I needed to make her feel love.”

Jimmy sighed and rubbed my cheek wiping away my tears. 

“He’s right. I didn’t do you right and I’m sorry for that. Do you love him”, he said. 

“I don’t know but I still love you”, I said crying harder. 

Jimmy said,” I hate to do this to you mama but you have to choose one of us. Him or me?”

I sighed knowing I have to pick one of them. I walked up to Jey putting my forehead against his. Both of us crying, knowing where this is going. 

“I love you but we have to stop. I love you but I’m in love with Jimmy. Maybe if I would have met you first I would have made a different decision”, I said, playing in his hair. 

He said,”I will always love you Y/N and I’m always here for you.”

He got up, got dressed and kissed my forehead before walking out. I watched him walk out and I felt an empty pit in my heart. Jimmy held me as I wondered if I made the right decision. 

#jey uso imagine #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso #jey uso x reader #jey uso smut #jimmy uso #jimmy uso smut #the usos #the bloodline #the usos fanfic #wwe #wwe smut #wwe fanfiction

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Home Is Wherever You Are P1

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: You jump in front of an explosive device to protect Adrian from the blast and end up getting separated from him with no way back.

Warnings: mentions of trafficking, mentions of child abuse, panic, meltdown, crying, divorce, mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language

A/N: In July I started cooking up a new idea with the help of my friend @countlambula and what was originally meant to be a 2 parter moved to a 4 parter and somehow I ended with 7 parts?! Not quite sure how that happened! I’m very excited to share what I spent a huge part of my summer working on. I hope you guys enjoy!! Also despite the main ship being Adrian x Reader there is A LOT of platonic!Chris content in this fic so I really do hope Chris fans can read and enjoy this! I loved getting into the thick of Chris’ backstory for this! All of the 11th Street Kids have their own importance in this series, but it is very Adrian and Chris centric. Please enjoy!!

“I love you.” You sighed in relaxation, smiling as you were gently woken up by your boyfriend.

“Well somebody has to.” Adrian joked.

“Shut up!” You lightly hit him on the chest, laughing.

“Never.” He smiles, kissing you. You could look at his beautiful, infectious smile for hours. Your phones both buzz at the same time, an indication that it’s probably a text in the 11th Street Kids chat because you both got it.

“Didn’t we just get home from a mission?” You groan.

“There’s no time to rest for super badass super cool heroes, babe.” Adrian kisses you on the cheek quickly before getting out of bed.

“Okay, but if we have to pair up there is no way in hell I’m going with Chris again. Last time he told me I looked like his sexy babysitter growing up. Like who the fuck says that? Our lives aren’t some shitty porno and it’s almost like he doesn’t even give a fuck that we’re dating.” You sigh.

“Yeah he constantly tells me that you’re way out of my league. I think his exact words were I’m in little league and you’re on major leagues, but I don’t know. I was never on the bowling team.”

“I think he meant baseball, honey.” You smile at him, finding his little knowledge of sports cute.

“That might actually make more sense with his home run and base metaphors! It took me way too long to figure out what that shit meant. Why can’t people just say what they mean?” He questions.

“Because they’re trying too hard to sound smart. I think sometimes not saying things they actually mean, but understanding that’s not exactly what they meant makes them feel smarter. They don’t know lots of facts like you do and they definitely can’t come up with intricate strategies either.” You smile at him, taking his hand in yours. You watch his smile grow, but there’s something more behind his eyes. He seems moved.

“How do you always do that?” He asks.

“What?”

“How do you always make me feel so smart and validated?” He clarifies.

“Because you are smart. You’re a hell of a lot smarter than Chris and if anyone gave you a second and actually listened to you, they’d realize that. You helped save the world last year. There’s no way they could have done that without you. If it weren’t for you, Chris’ dad probably would have killed him that day, honestly.” As you speak Adrian starts to realize.

“I tried to tell Peacemaker about the gaps in the armor, but he didn’t listen.” He reminds you.

“Well that’s because he’s too deep in his own bullshit to see past it. He should have listened to you, but this isn’t just about him being stubborn. I don’t think most people would have noticed such a small detail like that. Give yourself some credit.” You kiss him again.

“You know you’re like everything to me right? I’ve never felt this way about a person before. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had feelings for other people, but like…it’s like I just never fit in as a kid. I just kinda felt like an alien who crash landed here as a baby and I know I’m not, but I just didn’t feel human. You make me feel human.” He’s giving you that look he gives people when he’s worried he’s said something a little too out of pocket or strange.

“I get what you mean. It’s almost like we were made for each other. We’re each other’s rocks…wait does that sound too cheesy?” You look at him, blushing.

“No! I love rocks! I had a rock collection when I was a little kid!” You giggle at how cute he is.

“Me too! My mom would find rocks in the machine every time she did laundry because I would stuff my pockets!” You tell him and you both laugh. Then your phones go off again, interrupting your good morning. You sigh. “Harcourt’s gonna kill us if we’re late.” You kiss him one more time before getting out of bed and heading to the shower.

“Let her kill us.” He laughs, smirking, following you to the shower.

Several hours later you found yourself sneaking through a warehouse. You didn’t quite know what to expect, you just knew a lot of people had gone missing at the hands of this guy. You figured maybe they were being killed off or trafficked. If you knew what you know now maybe you would have done things differently. Maybe you wouldn’t have even done them at all. You wished you were at home with Adrian. Adrian. You may never see him again…

You were running after the guy when he pulled a grenade on you. Adrian had survived a grenade once, but you didn’t think he would survive again. You on the other hand were testing out new armor from ARGUS that could probably withstand the blast, so you did what anyone would do for the person they love the most. You pushed him out of the way. Your ears were ringing and everything was so bright. You think you hear Adrian and maybe some of your other teammates screaming your name, but you’re not sure. Suddenly you’re on the ground, but the ground is different… you try to open your eyes, but they’re still strained from the bright light and now you feel lightheaded and nauseous. You black out.

You wake up to arms shaking you.

“Adrian?” You question in a whiney tone. You open your eyes to find a construction worker looking over you.

“I don’t know who that is. What even happened to you?“ You blinked a couple times, moving around slowly, getting your bearings. “You’re in my construction site for the new factory warehouse that’s going up. What happened? Did you slip down the dirt mound and hit your head?”

“I- I must have…” Your voice trails off as you try to make sense of everything.

“This is going to be so much paperwork.” The worker sighs.

“I’m sorry… what town am I in?” You ask.

“Evergreen, Washington.”

“I don’t remember there being any big construction sites like this recently.” You try to think of any signs indicating any recent work sites.

“We just broke ground yesterday. I’m surprised you didn’t see it on the news.” The worker helps you up.

“I don’t tend to watch the news. My boyfriend thinks it’s depressing. I usually get my news elsewhere, but I’ve been a little busy to read up on it in the past few days.” You smile at the worker, thinking of Adrian.

“Like the newspaper?” He asks.

“No, online.”

“On what? You wait in line?”

“No… like the internet…” You give him a confused smile.

“Oh, I don’t mess with that new stuff. I don’t want robots in my house, stealing my information. You young people always just want things faster, faster, faster.” You tried to refrain from giving the man an odd look. He’s probably from one of the more rural areas. You knew how radically conservative Evergreen could be at first hand, having met Chris’ dad and been told stories of how he grew up. You were just happy Chris’ dad was dead. As awful as that sounds you’d hate to run into him.

“Yeah…” You give a nervous laugh. “Well thank you, but I should probably head out before your supervisor notices.” You quickly excuse yourself, walking down the street. You pulled out your phone, but had no service, so you put it away. That’s odd. Usually there’s dead zones in town, but you didn’t think it was this bad. As you walk down the street you see a beautiful vintage car parked by the side of the road. It’s in pretty good condition.

“I love your vintage car! What year is it?” You ask the woman getting out of it.

“What this clunker? I got it from my parents. It’s only an 81, but I guess it’s getting old now. It’s got tons of miles on it. They just got a new car, so they gave me their old one.” She says, locking her door.

“They didn’t wanna keep it?” You ask in shock.

“Why would they? It’s old.” You look at her in confusion before she excuses herself to walk into the grocery store. Guess some people just don’t know the value of collectibles.

Today has been fucking weird. How did you even end up in that construction site anyway? You must have gone for a walk this morning and fell in, but it’s a little alarming you don’t remember. You could walk home, but it’s just so far. You walk into a nearby corner store hopping they have wifi to connect to. You couldn’t call Adrian without service, but maybe if you could get wifi you could get him a message to come pick you up or you could order an Uber.

You walked into the building and made your way up to the counter. “Hi, do you have wifi here?” You ask.

“No, sorry we don’t sell that.” The teenage cashier dismisses you and goes back to the pad of paper they’re doodling on.

“Okay… do you know anywhere near here that has wifi?” You ask.

“I don’t even know what wifi is. I could call the hardware store and see if they have some.” They look at you like you’re the stupid one.

“What do you mean call the hardware store?”

“We have a phone behind the counter.”

“How do you not know what wifi is? Wireless internet?” You stare at them, losing your mind a bit.

“You think we have a computer here? This is Evergreen. Half the town is poor as shit. You’re not gonna find a computer in a gas station. Go to the library. They just got another one.” The teenager rolls their eyes at you.

“Can I at least use your phone?” You ask, trying to keep your patients with the idiot in front of you. How do they not know what wifi is?

“You have to use the pay phone next door. My boss said this is a business only phone.”

“The pay phone… What is this? 1985? I didn’t even know pay phones still existed.”

“Well some of us again can’t afford a cellphone. Not to mention, my mom says they fuck with your brain.” They roll their eyes again.

“It’s the 21st century who cares what their mother says? Practically everyone has a phone?” You give them a strange look.

“I don’t know what you smoked before you walked in here, but you’re still half a decade away from the 21st century.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You look at them dumbfounded before it all starts to register. The comments about the internet being new, no wifi, no cellphones, the vintage car. You feel your ears start to ring as your eyes begin to tear up. You feel like you’re underwater. You take off, booking it down several blocks. You’re out of breath and you have a cramp, but you don’t care. You keep running. You’re sweating, but you keep running. You can taste metal in your mouth, but you keep running. You keep going. You have to. Finally you reach it. You stand in front of the building, catching your breath as you watch people walk in and out of Henelotter Video. Your heart is in your throat.

“No…” You look at it and begin to cry in shock at what was once your headquarters… or you guess what will one day be… That day hasn’t come yet. You walk over to a newspaper box and grab a free local paper. You see the date says August 31st, 1994. Fuck. You drop the paper, rushing to the back of the building. You collapse on the ground against the back wall of a building that should feel more familiar to you than it is. You remember now. The grenade must have been some sort of weaponized time travel. The people weren’t being killed or trafficked. They were being displaced in time. You sob quietly, not trying to cause a scene. This wasn’t supposed to be this way.

You lean against the building staring out at the parking lot, the parking lot where you shared your first kiss with Adrian. You had just gotten back from a mission that he was a little too reckless on and you needed to tell him how you felt in case you never got the chance again. You look over at the dumpster, clean of the graffiti it will one day be littered with. That was the dumpster he was hiding behind when you first met him as Vigilante.

Adrian… You may never get to see your perfect boyfriend again. He was by no means actually perfect, but he was perfect to you. He was your personal version of perfect and you knew you’d never find anyone else like him again. Now you may never see him again…

You cry until it starts to grow dark. You wonder about what you’ll do. Anything you do could change the future. What if changing the future makes it so you never meet Adrian or what if you change something and it branches off into a different future and you get stuck away from him in a parallel universe? You’re not a time travel scientist. Anything could fucking happen! The only thing you do know is that you’re alone and it’s getting dark. If you’re getting your timeline right, Chris’ dad would be coming out soon with his awful fucking army and you knew if they tried to fight you, you wouldn’t be able to take all of them on your own. They rule the streets in these years. You pull out your wallet from your pocket to find you have enough money to at least go get dinner. Your debit card won’t work, but you have just enough cash. You head to Fennel Fields because you knew it would probably be the only consistent thing left in town. You just wanted something familiar.

As you’re seated, an overwhelmed waitress rushes past you saying “I’ll be right with you!”

“Take your time. I practically have all the time in the world… like 30 years of time…” You whisper the last part under your breath. The overworked waitress runs back to you and apologizes.

“Hi, my name is Diane. Can I get you something to drink?” You want to order a soda, but decide against it to save money.

“Uh… I guess water will have to be fine.”

“You don’t look so sure. It’s free refills.” She smiles at you.

“I- I’m okay…” You stutter, tired. You could really use the caffeine, but shouldn’t.

“Well if you could have any pop in the machine which one would you pick?” She asks.

“I’m really fine with water…” You laugh nervously.

“Just humor me.” She smiles at you.

“Uh…maybe a Diet Coke…” You smile shyly at her. She leaves and comes back with a Diet Coke.

“On the house.” She smiles at you again. Something about her is so comforting.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t possibly-“

“Take it. You look like you’ve had a long day. I know I have.” She smiles at you.

“You’re very kind.” You smile back, taking a sip, letting the cool bubbly liquid trickle down your throat, which is sore from crying.

“Now what are we doing for food?” She asks.

“Uh…I’m gonna be really honest with you. I know most restaurants won’t let you order a kids meal if you’re over 12, but I’m really tight on cash, so I was hoping to maybe get the chicken tenders and fries?” You try your luck and she gives you another comforting smile.

“Great choice. I’ll go have the kitchen whip it up.” She walks away without any other questions.

You stay and eat at the restaurant for a while. Even long after you’re done, you stay and enjoy more free refills just so you’re not out on the streets.

“You know we’re technically closed right?” Your waitress, Diane asks.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’ll leave…” You start to collect your things as she begins to sit at your booth with a bin of silverware and some napkins.

“No, please stay. Mind if I join you?” She asks.

“Um…no.” You smile. “I don’t mind at all.” Truth be told you loved Diane. She had such a comfortable, familiar air around her. Even in all of this chaos, she felt like someone you could trust. She starts rolling silverware as you sip on your drink.

“So what’s your story? Are you running or were you kicked out?” She asks.

“What?” You look at her confused.

“You just look scared and tired and like you’re not quite sure what to do. It’s none of my business, but you just look like you need someone on your side is all.” She smiles again, hoping she didn’t overstep.

“Why were you so kind to me? I walked into this restaurant with thirteen dollars to my name and you didn’t even roll an eye at me.” You question her.

“Just doing what I think is right, I suppose. It’s been hard for me too lately. My husband just left, so I picked up this second job to make sure my kids will be alright.” You shoot her a sympathetic look.

“Um…kicked out…I guess….” You open up. Being exiled from your time period is sort of like being kicked out.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” She asks. You shake your head silently. She finishes rolling the last bit of silverware before standing up and putting the bin behind the counter nearby.

“Let’s go. I’m taking you home with me.” She smiles.

“Oh, no! I- I couldn’t possibly-“

“Yes, you can and you will. I’m a mother. I’m not going to let a young adult with nowhere to go and no money sleep on the streets.” She cuts you off. She couldn’t be too much older than you, but clearly motherhood had aged her.

“You don’t even know my name!” You protest.

“What’s your name?” She asks.

“Rey” You panicked. It was the first name to come to your head. You and Adrian had watched Star Wars yesterday.

“Well then, Rey, let’s go home.” She insists.

“I can’t just stay in your house. That’d be rude.” You continue to debate.

“Then work for me.” She says.

“What?” You question her.

“I’ve been wanting to hire a nanny, but haven’t been able to afford one. If you come stay at my place, while you’re there you could watch the boys when I’m at work and in return you would have a roof over your head and food to eat. It sounds like a win-win situation.” She proposes. It isn’t a bad idea. You worry doing just about anything else would have an insane impact on the timeline. How much could one family affect everything?

“Are you sure about this?” You ask.

“More than sure. There’s something about you. You just seem…right.” She tells you. You smile.

“Okay…let’s go home then I guess…” you say as you follow her out of the restaurant. On the drive home she tells you about her kids.

“I have two kids…officially…” She starts.

“What do you mean officially?” You ask as you watch the passing streetlights illuminate her face.

“Well my son’s friend is always over, so more often than not it’ll probably be three boys. I let him sleepover a lot even though he’s a handful because every time he sleeps at home he comes back the next day with bruises. I can’t do anything about it because…well…that’s just how the town is…I think if I said anything things would just get worse, so I keep my mouth shut and put out an extra table setting for supper.” Her hands tighten on the steering wheel as she speaks.

“That’s so awful. I’ll never be able to understand parents who do that to their kids.” You sigh.

“Me either. If anyone laid a finger on either of my boys I’d kill them.” Most moms would be exaggerating, but you saw fire behind her eyes. You knew she loved her kids and she wasn’t fucking around. When you get home and walk inside you see a toddler with tight brown curls running around the living room in nothing, but a diaper.

“Dorian?!” Diane yells through the house. She catches the giggling toddler who has food on his face.

“Dorian Gut Chase! I told you your brother had to be in bed by 8!” Diane starts to scold her son who could be heard from the other room playing video games. Oh fuck.

“I’m sorry. Can you please hold Adrian. I don’t want him getting into anything else before bed and it seems like Dorian and Chris are upstairs killing aliens on the Super Nintendo instead of watching him, which is why I need a nanny in the first place.” She shoves Adrian in your hands. Holy fuck.

“Hi.” You hold him stiffly in your hands.

“I’m Adrian! I’m three!” He tells you just about the only thing every toddler is trained to say upon meeting a new person, shoving 3 fingers in your face.

“I know.” You say back. That’s probably not what you’re supposed to tell a three year old when they introduce themselves, but it’s not like he’ll remember anyway. You’re too in shock to care.

“What’s- what’s- what is your name?” He asks, stuttering out the words, obviously new to keeping up conversations.

“Rey, could you bring Adrian upstairs to help get him ready for bed please?” Diane calls and you remember you told her your name was Rey. Fuck if only baby Adrian could catch the joke in all of this. This is so weird on so many levels.

“I’m Rey, I guess, and we’re going upstairs now.” You tell him.

“Is it bedtime?” He asks.

“Um yeah. You’re up a little late, bud.”

“It’s not late!” He protests in his squeaky voice.

“What makes you think it’s not late?” You ask, as you walk up the stairs.

“I’m not tired!” He says.

“What time do you think it is?” You ask.

“Um 2- 2- 27” He giggles.

“That’s not a time!” You laugh at him, pretending to almost drop him. He breaks out into a fit of giggles. You had almost forgotten who you were holding.

“You’re really good with him. It’s almost like you’re a natural. He’s usually not this happy with strangers. He loves you!” She says, pleasantly surprised. If only somebody else could see the irony in the situation. Freud would love to be a fly on the way during all of this.

“Oh…uh…thanks.” You smile, as Adrian situates himself in your arms, hugging you closely. You would do anything to have Adrian back. Well this is sort of Adrian, but… you wish you had the older version. You wanted your Adrian back.

“I’ll take him from here.” Diane offers. “Check out the guest room. It’s the one at the end of the hall.” She says, taking Adrian from you.

“Thank you. You’ve been really kind.” You smile at her.

“It’s no trouble. You’re doing me a favor.”

You bid your goodnights and head to the guest room. You sit on the bed and think for a moment. This is so fucked up on so many levels. Forget about how you could fuck up the timeline… How are you gonna fuck up your boyfriend?! Not to mention, what kind of fucking ethics are involved in nannying your future boyfriend? He’s fucking three! He’s impressionable! On one hand this is weird, but on the other hand it might be your smartest move. Free room, free food, and you know how Adrian, Gut, and Chris’ lives are supposed to play out, so maybe you can stick to the script of your own timeline a little easier. This might be the easiest way to change as little as possible. You sigh, flopping onto the bed. You pull out your phone. The battery is only half charged and you have no way of charging it, but you don’t care. You need him. You pull up a picture of him that you took this morning in the van on your way to the warehouse, as tears come to your eyes. You open your voicemails and play one he left for you the other day.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’m just calling because I know you had a bad day today and I was thinking maybe I could bring takeout home from the restaurant and we could just have a movie night? I just wanted to know if you were feeling chicken parm or meatballs or if you wanted to just scratch dinners and have me bring home a pizza. Just call me back when you get this. I’m really proud of you- uh…not that I’m not always proud of you. I’m like totally proud of you all the time and I’m rambling again and this voicemail is about to be like 10 years long, so uh bye I love you.” As soon as the voicemail ended you played it again, letting your tears fall freely. After you’re sure everyone is asleep you sneak into toddler Adrian’s room to check on him. He’s fast asleep in his bed. You let your silent tears continue to fall. He starts to move in his sleep. He seems distraught like he could be having a nightmare.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna take really good care of you, just like how you always take really good care of me.” You put on a teary eyed smile, giving him a kiss on the top of his head and adjusting his fallen blanket to cover him better. He seems to look more comfortable now. He stays fast asleep as you sneak back to the guest room for the night.

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Teach Him to Please: Mark Hoffman and Peter Strahm x AFAB reader

Warning: threesome (ish?), sharing, praise, degradation, mention of knives, p in v penetration x2, oral (f recieving), public play.

Waking up next to Mark’s big, warm hands wrapped around my body is like my coffee in the morning. Of course i need my coffee too. Mark greets me with a small squeeze to my lower stomach. He always did like the little pouch i have there even though Ive always hated it.

“Morning sweetheart”, he says in his sexy sleepy voice.

“Good morning.” I turn over and kiss him, resting my hands on his cheek. His facial hair tickles my fingers and palms.

I rest my head on the pillow next to his.

“You always look so pretty in the morning”, he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I was wondering if you wanted to come into work with me again today? You seemed to enjoy it last time.”

I smile. I recently quit my job because of the toxicity and the stress it was putting on me, so now I have more time to spend with Mark. Working and doing some filing at the station somewhat interests me and I’m working to get my resume up to par.

“That sounds great.”

After a quick shower with dress and makeup, I’m ready to go. Mark in his detective outfit that he always looks good in.

We drive down to the station, hand resting on my thigh, gently rubbing his thumb. When we arrive and come in, people wave to me. They’re beginning to recognize me with him now.

We go into his office but its not long until there’s a knock at his door. Mark lets out a huff of annoyance.

“Come in!”, he says.

A tall man with dark hair and blue eyes, around the same age as Mark peeks in the door and pulls it open. I recognize him as the man who waved and smiled at me last time.

“Hoffman, Ive been looking everywhere for you!” He’s equally annoyed as Mark.

“Peter just because your wife hasn’t had sex with you in months doesn’t mean you take our your frustration on me.”

Ouch. Even i felt that one. Peters nostrils flare and his top lip raises.

“She’s my ex wife… and you know that.” He slams the door shut behind him as he walks off.

Ive never seen Mark be… such a dick to someone before.

“Wasn’t that a little harsh? He seems nice.”, i say.

“He’s metaling. On my ass all the damn time about these Jigsaw cases. He’s getting in too deep. It’s going to get him killed.” He sits down and begins his work. I have an idea. If Mark really loves me, maybe if I befriend Peter, he’ll be nicer to him.

“Hey, Im gonna go to the bathroom really quick.” I walk down the hall, following the trail he took when he stormed off. I get to his office and he’s sitting at his desk, clearly still annoyed. I knock on the door and he perks up.

“Oh hey-,” he pauses, not knowing my name.

“Y/N,” i say.

“Y/N. Hey.”

“Im sorry about him. He doesn’t normally act like that I swear”, I apologize.

“Yeah. He’s always been like that. Not sure why. I don’t think anyone really understands him.”

Damn. If no one around here does, how can I be sure I do? There’s an awkward pause.

“Um- sorry to hear about your wife… ex-wife, sorry”, i say. That was probably rude.

He sighs. “Dont worry about it. It was probably my fault, being so involved in my work. We tried to figure it out but it just didn’t.”

This might be wrong to say. “Do you think the maybe ‘not having sex in months’ had something to do with it?”

He laughs uncomfortably. “She always rejected me when i tried. I never understood what she wanted from me you know? I just-“, he stops himself before he starts to drone on.

Now I’ve made things worse. “Maybe Mark could teach you”, i laugh.

He raises his eyebrow at me. “Us guys don’t really sit around talking about that stuff you know? Probably seems like it but-“, he looks behind me and i turn to see Mark leaned up against the frame.

“I thought you were going to the bathroom?”, he asks in that same way that he speaks when Im in trouble.

“Oh- I was on my way there and passed by Peters office”, i tell him.

He smirks and looks at the ground a moment before returning his eyes to mine.

“Bathroom is the other way princess but good try,” he clears his throat,” so what are you two talking about?”

Im scared to speak at the moment but before i can, Peter jumps in.

“She was just saying how you can be the one to teach me to please a woman”, he says quite casually. I do not feel good. Marks jaw tightens.

“Sweetheart, may i speak with you a moment, alone?”

This can’t be good. I follow him out and back into his office. He shuts the door behind us. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, tucking his tongue in the corner of his mouth.

“So what’s going on here?”, he asks.

“What do you mean?” I say nervously.

“Why are you talking to Peter about our sex life? If you want to brag that we have a great one and he has none Im all for it”, he grins.

This has got to end. “No, it’s that right there,” i point at him,” you’re so awful to him for no reason. I would think you would have some respect for a man who treats the woman you apparently love with kindness”, i tell him. And i mean it.

He ponders my statement for a moment. “No, you’re right baby. Maybe i should be nicer to him… but if he ever hurt you, i would have killed him by now.” He approaches me and kisses me gently. “You don’t want to have sex with him do you?”, he asks. That catches me off guard.

“No… I dont,” i tell him. By the way he asked it, it almost seemed like he didn’t care what I said.

“Good. No man will ever please and care for you the way I do.” I see the wheels in his head turning. “But, maybe if he could please you, i would have a little more respect for him.

What is happening right now? “What are you talking about?”, i ask.

You want me to be nicer to him right?”, he asks.

“Yes,” i say.

“And you told him that I could teach him how to please a woman, since i do it so well with you right?”, he asks.

“Yes but-“, he interrupts me.

“I saw him just like you did. He’s desperate. Hell i would be too after a while of not being able to have a release. Explains the stick he has up his ass all the time.” He pauses for a moment. I don’t know where this is going but part of me wants to know more. “Would you like to help me teach him?”

Is this really happening right now? “Do you want me to have sex with him?”

He pauses and thinks over. “Sure, why not.” He’s so possessive over me, i never in a million years would think that he would want another man to have me. Especially one he doesn’t even like.

“Are you okay?”, i ask, in my head and out loud.

“Whats wrong with it?”, he shrugs. I know youre mine, and its a one time thing unless something changes and maybe he wont be so pissy all the time. Maybe this is what i need to do to get him to trust me.”

Im at a loss for words. “So you want me to have sex with him and tell him how to please me?” I say it slow, making sure he knows what he’s really asking of me right now.

“I’ll be there in the room but yes. I trust you and I’ll step in if things go south.”

Im not sure how to respond. I mean, Peter obviously isn’t a bad looking guy. I think i could imagine how he looks under his shirt, maybe i want to see for myself. If i do this, Peter will be safe, Mark will be safe, they’ll get along hopefully, and we never have to talk about it again. I think i know what I need to do. Maybe it’ll even be good. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

He smiles and walks out of the room to Peters office. I turn and run my fingers through my hair. This is crazy right? My blood is pumping and my heart is beating out of my chest. Soon, he comes back in with Peter.

“So whats this big news you want to tell me?”, he says sarcastically.

I see and hear Mark shut and lock the door behind them.

“Well, you said you wanted to know how to please a woman,” he motions to me,” she can help you.”

Peter looks confused and I don’t blame him. They both look at me. “Is he saying what i think he’s saying?”, he asks.

I pause. “Yes.”

I think he wants to. I mean, it’s sex, it feels good and gives you a nice rush of dopamine. But i think he’s hesitant.

“Dont get me wrong, shes really pretty and nice but i thought you two had something going on?”, he asks him.

We do, but i think this will benefit the both of us,” Mark says.

Peter looks between the both of us and then the door. “Yeah, i dont think i can do that.” He goes to leave but my words fall out faster than i can think.

“I want to,” i say before he leaves. He stops and turns back around.

“Are you sure about this?”, he asks. His face is flushing. I can only imagine where the blood is flowing. I glance back and Mark and he nods.

“Believe me, Im sure”, i say. His stature over me intimidates me like Marks does. It is oddly arousing. He starts to undo his belt and i see Mark roll his eyes.

“Seriously?,” he asks.

“What is it?”, Peter asks.

“You need to make her want it. You want her begging for you before you please her.”

He’s not wrong. Peter looks at me.

“It doesn’t hurt,” i tell him.

He reaches his hands out to sit on my waist. He leans into me and presses his lips to mine. His lips are soft and delicate, his kisses gentle, not hungry like Marks. I kiss him harder to speed up his pace, he follows for a moment, but once i settle in to his movements, he slows.

“When i kiss you harder, i want you to keep it that way.” He goes back to kissing me, beginning with the rough pace i set. He’s actually a good kisser, evoking a throb in my core.

I take his hands and run them up and down my body. He takes over, grabbing all the parts i have to give to him. I rest my hands on his chest. He grabs my ass hard and picks me up. I didn’t expect that. He sits me up on Marks desk. There is one thing: i want him to talk to me like Mark does. I want him to tell me how bad he wants me and what he longs to do to me.

“A girl wants you to tell her what you want to do to her, wants to hear how bad you want her.”

He lets out a slight groan in the back of his throat. “I want to push you back on this desk and take you how i want to.”

That puts butterflies in my stomach. He’s starting to turn me on. I pull him back to me, kissing him rough once more, kissing me how i want to be kissed, touching me how i want to be touched; hes a quick learner.

“Take control of her, give her what she wants”, i hear Mark say to Peter. Neither of us stop.

His hands slide down, moving into my shirt before looping his fingers into the band, pulling them down quickly. Im pressed back into the desk, now sitting on top of it. His body is between my legs, grinding his hard length into my core. I let out a slight whimper as his lips move to my neck.

I can’t help but look at Mark. He’s watching so intently. I look down at his now tented pants. As i look i realize that maybe Peter’s problem was not settling in and just going for it whenever he gets ready. He doesn’t take his time getting the woman warmed up.

After neck kisses, grabbing and grinding into each other, i run my hands down to his belt, undoing it and tossing it aside. Soon, his pants and underwear are tugged down. His cock is longer and skinnier than Marks. I wonder how it will feel. He begins to pull down my underwear. I raise up for him to pull them off.

Im leaned back on the desk, his body following mine. He aligns himself at my entrance and is about to push in when Mark interrupts.

“Wait a second”, he says.

Peters jaw tenses, very frustrated as he slowly turns to Mark.

“What?”, he says annoyed.

“Go down on her”, Mark says.

“Why would I do that?”, he asks.

“Because if you don’t, you’re not fucking her. Now put your mouth to her little cunt and eat her like it’s your first meal in days.”

Peter turns back to look at me. I don’t think he knows how to.

“I’ll show you what i like”, i tell him. That makes him feel a little better. He moves to his knees in front of me, leaning in to wrap his lips around my clit, gently sucking. It sends impulses through my body, making my legs twitch with every nip. I need more than just this.

“Go faster”, i tell him. He starts to speed up, licking his tongue around me, but nothing changes much. I see Mark coming over. Uh oh.

“Move out of the way Peter, I’ll show you how to taste a lady.” Peter hesitantly moves out of the way and Mark replaces him. He grabs hold of my thighs and licks me perfectly. My body goes to loop my fingers through his hair and pull him deeper. His tongue and lips maneuver around all my sensitive spots, dipping his tongue into my hole to clean up the mess I’m making.

I watch Peter, looking intently at what Marks doing. It’s kind of sexy how hard he’s trying to please me. I don’t understand how Mark uses his mouth so perfectly, but fuck, it feels amazing every single time. I look between them, my stomach tingling for each. I want either one of them right now, but part of me wants to have them at the same time. Before i can reach my high, Mark pulls away, my legs shaking at the denial.

“If her legs aren’t shaking and she’s not pulling you deeper, you’re not doing it right”, Mark says. He stands and backs away from me, Peter returning to his spot. He lowers himself again and follows Marks movements. Ive gotten so worked up, if he doesn’t give me what I want, i might just have to take it myself. My hips spasm against his face. His tongue swirls around my clit, mixing in some nips and licking up my hole. God, it already feels so much better.

“Mph- better”, i moan. I pull his head deeper into me, working my hips against his tongue. My body is aching to release, so much so that i already feel the hot pleasure burning to be freed.

“Make her cum”, Mark walks over beside me. He runs his fingers through my hair and makes a fist. I whine at the tug at my scalp. “Yeah? My pretty girl gonna cum?”, he turns to Peter”, keep going when she finishes, make her scream.”

Mark leans in and kisses me gently before returning to his spot over near the wall.

Im about to shatter into his mouth. Both of them have control over me right now, making me feel small. I release into his mouth while looking at Mark. My back arches off the desk as i try to catch my grip.

He starts walking back over again, smirking as he watches me cum. Peter might be the one pleasing me, but the man my heart belongs to is Mark. He turns and watches Peter, waiting for something.

When I’ve stopped throbbing, he stands back up between my legs. He presses himself back against me but before either of us can react, Mark suddenly grabs Peter and pushes him against the wall, pulling out a knife and pressing it against his throat.

“Mark I thought this was okay?!”, i say. Peter looks terrified, turning to me for help.

“Hold on babygirl, let me make one thing clear. One rule: if you finish inside of her, i will slit your fucking throat. That pretty pussy will only ever be mine to claim. Understand?”

Peter nods and Mark lets go of him. He steadily walks back over to me, positioning himself back between my legs. He slides into me, my head falling back as he pushes his way through me. He lets out a groan, tightening his hands on my hips. He doesn’t hesitate moving himself into me quickly.

He’s not bad at this part surprisingly. It actually feels really good. I moan and grab onto the desk.

“Yeah? Do i feel good?”, he asks.

“Mhm, yes.”

He hits deep inside of me but doesn’t feel as good as Mark. Part of me is starting to believe him when he says that no man will ever please me like he does. He understands every inch of me in a way no man has. Maybe Peter will be like that for someone one day.

He starts to sweat as he grunts. “God she’s fucking tight”, he groans.

I see Mark smile. “I know. My girl has the best pussy, so tight and warm and wet. I could cum just from tasting her.”

Peters already getting close. He starts to pull up my shirt to expose my stomach. His jaw tenses before he pulls out, stroking himself until his white ropes string and fall onto my stomach.

“Fuck… shit”, he moans.

By the amount that he’s letting out, i can tell it’s been a while since he’s had a release. When he’s done, he adjusts himself and his pants back together.

“Now get her cleaned up. You always clean up after yourself and the mess she makes for you.” He hands Peter some tissue as he wipes himself off my stomach and tosses it.

“You should probably put her clothes back on, but you can leave them off for now.”

I think i know what that means for later: i dont think im done being fucked.

“I should probably get back to work”, Peter says. He walks away but Mark stops him before he leaves.

“I’ll see you around Peter. Oh, and keep everyone away from my office for the next hour.”

I bite my lip and smile as Peter leaves. He locks the door and takes off his blazer, hanging it on the rack by the door. He slowly walks towards me, resting his hands on the desk by my thighs.

“That was fun huh?”, he asks. I have to admit it kinda was.

“Yeah. I didn’t think you would let another man do that to me”, i say.

He shrugs. “I was there making sure you were okay. Plus, the jealousy i feel when other men look or stare at you gets me so fucking hard.”

His body moves closer to mine. He takes my hand and runs it down his stomach, down to his bulge. He tightens my hand around it. God he’s so hard for me.

“You feel that? It took everything in me not to shove him aside and take you myself. I know you wanted to beg for me. I know I’m all you think about baby. I know all the dirty little thoughts in that empty head of yours.”

His lips trail and caress down my neck, making me whimper. I grip onto his cock and he grunts.

“You’re mine babydoll… all fucking mine”, he whispers in my ear.

Our body’s attach to each other in a sweltering heat that i haven’t felt before. Ive never felt such intensity between us. He starts to take off his clothes which he’s never done in his office but fuck i don’t care. I want him to take me while people roam outside, fucking me on the very place he works.

He slides my shirt off as i pull his shirt off. Both are quickly tossed. I run my fingers up his body, entangling my fingers in his chest hair. Something about the feeling of the hair on his chest makes me want to lick all around him. And thats what i do. Im hungry for him and only him.

He practically rips my bra off, taking my left nipple into his mouth, sucking until I’m whining for more.

“Mhm fuck… please Mark, i need you”, i moan.

Now he’s pulling down his pants and underwear, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

“I want every fucking inch of you baby. I want to abuse and ruin your little insides until you fucking cry for me”, he says.

Im dripping on his desk. I can’t wait any longer.

“I’ll give you every inch of me, every cell in my body… please just take me.”

Sometimes the way we talk, we leave each other speechless. Our minds flooded with adrenaline and hormones. Thoughts of how bad we want each other being the only thing in our minds.

“Sometimes i want you so fucking bad I cant think straight. You get me so goddamn needy for you, sometimes i worry what will happen if i get my hands on you.”

Working each other up until we both cant take anymore is everything. And then we have the roughest, nastiest, and most satisfying sex of our lives, not done until we’re covered in each other’s cum and sweat.

He pushes my legs back and slams himself into me. I barely can hold back a moan as the pain of him stretching me floods my body.

“God baby fuck, you’re so fucking tight for me,” he grunts.

Suddenly, he grips onto my hips, picking me up off the desk and turning us before pounding into me. He’s leaned over, supporting both of our weight with his strong legs and back. I lock my legs around his hips, taking him into me.

“God you’re so fucking big!,” i cry. This is the kind of sex i need, what i crave. I don’t care who hears me, i cant help it. His face is red as he strains to keep us together. The sound of his hips slamming into me echoes in the room. He bites my neck and i let out a moan of pain.

He’s fucking me the way animals do in the wild. Im sure he’s broken the skin.

His fingers dig into my sides as he massages that perfect spot into me with each thrust. He spanks the side of my ass and i whine.

“Y-you’re so fucking deep, so fucking good Mark don’t stop!”, i grip onto him tighter. I can feel how close we are. Sweat drips down his face. Little strands are falling down from his styled hair.

His brows are furrowed, biting his lip, face red, jaw tensed. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He moves us back to the desk, unable to hold me up as our highs hit. He pulls my hair back and makes me look at him.

“You’re gonna fucking look at me when you cum. Im the only man that makes you feel like this. Only me”, he groans.

We both cry out, looking into each other’s eyes when we cum together. His hot cum seeps into me, my body milking him inside me.

“Goddamnit, fuck,” he grunts.

I love the feeling of him filling me up, claiming me as his, marking his territory.

When it’s passed through us, his body is rested on top of me. We can’t even catch our breath enough to speak. He grabs onto the side of my face.

“Shit princess, you’re amazing.”

We’re both drained. Our bodies are still connected by his cock. As i shift, i feel his load.

“There’s so much, I’m so full,” i whine.

“I know baby. I couldn’t stop cumming, it wouldn’t stop coming out”, he smiles. “And I’m going to pull out of you, and look at the load that your pretty hole took so good.”

He pulls out and crouches down. I feel it running out of me, dripping on the floor.

“Push it out for me baby,” he says.

I obey him and push his cum out.

“Yeah? You’re my pretty little cum dump aren’t you?”

He raises up to meet me again. Kissing me lovingly this time. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He gets his clothes back on and wipes up the mess he made inside me, on my thighs, dripping off the table. He pulls me up to him and kisses me.

“How do you feel about today?”, he asks.

Ive never had anything remotely similar happen. “Itll hopefully pay off for all of us. I did it for you. I don’t want to be without you, ever.”

He trails his fingers around my thighs.

“I was thinking about what you said earlier about me being nicer to Peter,” he takes my hands in his,” i dont- i cant feel for others the way you do. It’s just been hard to ever since Angelina. Its like you have this heart of gold… and mine is always broken.”

He looks up at me, its not often i see him vulnerable like this.

“Im trying to be a better man for you, the man you deserve to have. I’ll do everything for you, you’re my everything.”

I smile. This big, tough, intimidating guy is also the sweetest man ive ever met. I never thought about how love can bring out the best in people.

“Maybe i can help you heal it”, i tell him.

He smiles. “Believe me baby, you are. You’re the only person i know I can trust. The only person i can tell everything to and you wont judge me or write me off, you listen, and i love you for that.”

He hugs me tight. “You know how much i love you right?”

Ive never had someone ask if i feel loved by them before. “I know you do, i love you too.”

He picks my clothes off the floor and slips them back onto me. I fix my hair and clothes after he gets them on me.

“I’ll go tell Strahm that I’m free. I promise I’ll be nice this time.” He kisses me on the forehead and walks out. He returns soon after, calm and collected.

“Alright baby, i have to get to work,” he sits at his desk,” you want to come help?”

I smile. I do like helping him.

“Sure”, i say.

He taps his thigh and i sit on his leg. He plants a little kiss on my cheek, resting his hand on my hip as we get to work for the day.

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